"You think a little temperature's going to take me out? Have you met me?" Venus teases, pretending that Feferi doesn't have a point. Still, her eyes drop to Dave's ankles, the water creeping up past his knees, and she clenches her toes, already going numb, in the unseen mud.

"Hell yeah. Goose massacre. I can get behind this." Sure enough, there's a flash of feathers in the reeds.

Venus crouches forward, her butt only just staying out of the water, her shoulders tight and pumping invisibly like a lioness' creeping through tall grass. If she were to move forward, it would be an artful lunge, not a lurch. She turns her head almost without moving her body at all and holds a finger to her lips at Dave.