To Live is to Fight [Sirius]
04-23-2020, 10:54 PM
H E S T E R
Hester said nothing, but her agreement was in the way she followed Sirius, bringing herself low into the underbrush. Whatever scent of prey she'd caught was a scent that the other wolf had determined was their quarry for the day. It smelled similar to duck, though not exactly the same, and Hester was driven to step cautiously forward by the hunger gnawing at her ribs now that she'd taken notice of it.
If their prey was anything like a duck, she assumed it'd be wily and irate. Ducks, for all their size and delicate bones, were confident little things with the attitude of a predator with more teeth than it had. She caught sight of movement ahead and narrowed her eyes at the all white bird with and orange beak, legs, and webbed feet. What the hell is that? Hester ceased her movements as she studied it closely, and another joined the one she'd spotted. She willed her stomach to stop its complaints -- otherwise, it'd be hungry for a while longer.
She continued watching the two birds as she waited for Sirius. He'd seemed to know what the scent was and what it would lead them to; that meant he likely knew what the two birds actually were and quite possibly how to take them down.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
Hester said nothing, but her agreement was in the way she followed Sirius, bringing herself low into the underbrush. Whatever scent of prey she'd caught was a scent that the other wolf had determined was their quarry for the day. It smelled similar to duck, though not exactly the same, and Hester was driven to step cautiously forward by the hunger gnawing at her ribs now that she'd taken notice of it.
If their prey was anything like a duck, she assumed it'd be wily and irate. Ducks, for all their size and delicate bones, were confident little things with the attitude of a predator with more teeth than it had. She caught sight of movement ahead and narrowed her eyes at the all white bird with and orange beak, legs, and webbed feet. What the hell is that? Hester ceased her movements as she studied it closely, and another joined the one she'd spotted. She willed her stomach to stop its complaints -- otherwise, it'd be hungry for a while longer.
She continued watching the two birds as she waited for Sirius. He'd seemed to know what the scent was and what it would lead them to; that meant he likely knew what the two birds actually were and quite possibly how to take them down.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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