the way we stalk, the way we kiss

Kenway hung back from his sister, flanking to the left, enough that her glowing form was still visible between the trees, but far enough away that her light wouldn't draw attention to his earthen coat, blending with the fall foliage. He was pretty confident they'd do just fine on this one, and he was impressed at how many had come at her call. He wasn't too sure about finding ducks with water that ran this quickly, but maybe further upstream? He pulled a face. Either way they would walk out of here with something, there weren't so many scents about that he was overly worried about getting caught just yet.

"speech"