Frantic steps gradually slowing, sides moving rapidly with the speed of her breaths,, Branna listen to the distinctive sound of water being churned and splashed with a satisfied feeling blossoming within her chest. For these sounds meant that yet another hopeful Hunter had been fooled, lured into thinking that he would achieve quite the prize. She couldn't help but begin to feel slightly smug, Temptations to be cocky creeping up on her like the weeds she now rested within. Scratching at a stray itch, She gently hopped to a vantage point atop a nearby rock that lay Half buried in the ground, moss soft beneath her toes. Stretching up on to her hind legs, She watched as the young beagles frolicked happily in the water around their master, Spraying the unfortunate man with droplets of icy spray. He looked slightly exasperated, droplets adorning his sideburns and curls like diamonds, His attempts to get up right stymied by the slick algae of the spring. Amusement bright within her chocolate colored eyes, She briefly ran her front paws vigorously over her face and whiskers, Using this to show her thorough excitement.

Distantly, the sound of approaching hooves could be heard, Mingled with the shouts of eager anticipation of the rest of the hunting group. Her long ears lifted with interest at the sound, Quivering slightly as she listened. Undoubtedly, the Lord wouldn't have sensed The approach of his friends yet, The hope of rescue it would provide. It made her want to laugh out loud at the idea of leaving him to struggle in the pond by himself, What fun it would provide. With this thought, she sprang into action, leaping from her granite perch and speeding around the edge of the water, keeping Justin sight to attract the attention of the hounds. They alerted to her position almost immediately, Stiffening with surprise before baying with the thrill of the chase running fresh in their veins. She listened to them scramble to catch purchas with their claws, Sending another cascade of water in the direction of the unfortunate master, Feet quickly finding soft ground as they followed her fleeing form. She quickly circled back around them once, Darding through paws and legs before she began to lead them in the direction of the approaching hunters.