Lucinda POV
Hunting ducks was much better practice. Lucinda was tracking a flock, she knew that she’d crossed out of pack territory; but wasn’t overly concerned. She was just honing her skills, and duck would be nice for dinner. She’d seen the border patrol, nodded to him and continued to track her prey. She watched as they settled into the wetlands and started taking them out one at a time.
The angry roar from behind her as she was collecting her downed prey made her turn; it could only be Nick. Yelling like that at her, she was a little surprised to see him. Thought he was busy this afternoon, she'd gotten the impression he’d be off pack territory. She pulled the arrow out of the duck, rinsed it in the water and dropped it into her quiver.
“Hunting.” she informed him, though that shou
