Quack Quack

Rosemary crept through the reeds with his nose downturned, spying the green headed dusty ducks in the distance, he crept closer, the chains on his harness jingling softly only to be muted as he waded into the water. His ear flicked to the side, he wasn’t alone. Peach eyes roamed to the side, spying a girl among the reeds that barely blended in with the violet shine on her coat. She was magnificent, for a moment he was galled by her sheer beauty. With a soft click of his tongue that might have been the ticking of a bug, he called her attention over to him then lifted a paw slowly to point toward a waddling male before he slunk in a wide circle around the gathered fowl. He was telling her subtly to flush the birds toward him, large and fast on his paws as he was he had no doubt he would be up to the task of springing from cover to snap his jaws around one of the fleeing ducks. What better way to meet someone than over the bonding experience of a hunt?

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