Duck Lake crown of thorns

Fox traveled east today, a direction she normally ignored. There was no real reason for her avoidance of this side of the creek, she simply did not think there was anything interesting over this way. Today, however, was the day she would explore east of the creek. It was where she had come from, after all. It was mid-afternoon, and she hadn't a care in the world. To be quite honest, the lack of conflict was a little bit dull to her. Things in the creek were almost too perfect for the yearling. She figured there would surely be somebody to kick around outside her pack's borders. It simply would not do to piss off her pack-mates that she was promising herself to live with.

As she neared the lake, the sound of squawking ducks became rather apparent. They were hilarious creatures, she thought. With their wriggling butts and their strange sounds, she wondered what creature had dreamed them up. Perhaps one as ridiculous as they were. With all their quacking, it seemed only natural to do the thing Fox did best: cause some trouble. Rushing at them with her teeth flashing, she flushed them out of their somewhat calm state into a frenzy. “Duck you!” she barked as they waddled and some attempted to take a short flight.

It was not until some of them had cleared away that she took note of the pup lingering a ways away from the lake. She shot him a look and gestured for him to join in on the fun of chasing away the idiot birds.