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08-12-2019, 05:09 PM
Rose had his eyes set on a different bird. No matter. She kept an eye on him, but left him to his business as he stalked the white bird. Lucretia left the heron's corpse half-desecrated and let Feverfew have a few nibbles. The raccoon wasn't nearly as picky as her. Luce scanned the marshland and saw a mallard floating along, minding its own business. With a light in her eyes, she sank to a hunter's crouch and angled closer.
She could just barely hear Rose's harness jingle. Luce thought it was a garish item without much practical use, but he seemed rather fond of it. Her own prize from the festival had been a small pair of boots that she assumed would become quite useful in the wintertime. They had no place in a hunt, though. Feeling the earth beneath her toes was part of the whole experience. Lucretia rounded on her chosen prey as Rosemary closed in on his. |