Duck Lake he gives the world its saddest sound

@Kessa

Though not much of a hunter of water fowl, or fowl in general, the ducks seemed such an easy target for a hungry wolf. He wasn't all that hungry, having scarfed down a squirrel earlier that morning, but he thought it might make a good gift for his companions. Particularly Ocra, whose leg he still worried about. So he waded into the water, which was cold enough to send a shiver crawling up his back. Carefully he prowled forward, ducking reeds and water grass. The lake stayed shallow for a convenient distance, and finally he was no more than a few feet away. A good surprise attack would secure him a meal, if only he was skilled enough to reach out and get it.

He struck, lunging forward from behind a thick patch of water grass. The ducks scattered, and he leaped out of the water to try and catch one as they flew away en masse, but to no avail. Disappointed, but not disheartened, he dragged himself from the water and flopped down to lay out in the sun and dry off.