flutter by, butterflies
Beorn (Hunting)
01-04-2022, 09:00 PM
"Sitting," he answered truthfully. "Looks like you're sitting to me." That's what she was doing when he first saw her, anyway. Didn't really look like hunting but he wasn't going to argue with her about it. If she wanted to sit and call it hunting that was fine with him. He just needed her to stay out of the den and be his alibi until someone else stumbled on the mess he'd made.
Before Beorn could answer her question Lorelai gasped and hit the ground as though she expected to take fire from enemy projectiles. Instinctively Beorn did the same. He was on his belly on the ground with his tail tucked before his sister's words registered. Oh. Prey. Well, he was game for butterfly catching.
He brightened at the prospect and fell into the game quicker than he'd dropped to the ground. "It is," he confirmed in a whisper. Lorelai slithered ahead and Beorn quickly fell in behind her. The target fluttered to a nearby flower with lazy, looping movements. "This one's smart." He thought about it for a second, then offered, "I'll sneak around behind it and cut off escape." With that the boy scuttled off through the grass. He made every effort to hide behind things as he went, but with a bright blue coat and zero stalking skills he was visible to any observer the whole time. In his mind, however, he was one with the grass.