Duck Lake crown of thorns

Fox paused mid-step to find her duck-chasing counterpart with a mouthful of feathers. She chuckled, though she was laughing more with him than at him. Hopefully he would understand that. Turning to face the ducks again, Fox scampered after them, barking, hooting, and hollering. “That’s right!” she yelled at the scattering ducks, “You get outta here!” The yearling skidded to a halt, panting and shaking her fur.

With the loud quacking, it took her a moment to locate the young white wolf who was her scatter companion. When she did, she woofed at him. “You got parents in this pack?” she asked. Fox did not think he was around when the creek had formed, but she was not entirely sure.