Quack Quack

The ducks quacked in panic and began to take wing, too slow, he sprang in an instant with infinite grace, snapping a bird in his jaws and smacking another into the water with his paw. He landed, one paw coming down on the grounded duck while he held his own catch in his jaws, carefully reposed as his fur and harness settled neatly into place. The hunt was effortless, and seamless and in the end he stood like a great mountain over his kills. He dropped the bird in his jaws and lifted the one on the ground, shaking it quickly to break its neck before he stepped toward the girl, dropping the larger of the two birds at her paws.

“For you my love.” He purred, lowering his head in a gallant bow before turning away to pick up his own kill.

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