how many shrimps

Rosemary crouched low while his sister hunted, walking through the reeds to stalk the hreon she had set her sights on.Two hunters were better than one after all and the blue feathers on the bird would make a fine pelt. He made sure to stay downwind, his claws sinking deep into the muddy earth as he listened his limbs. The bird lifted its head from the water once to turn an unblinking eye in his direction, but soon it was back to hunting for fish, stepping through the mire on its stilt legs.

He coiled his back legs, eyes intent as he watched his prey, ready to spring at any instant, watching the bird as slowly, it moved closer toward him.
 

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