Broken Antler Fen Stand firm

Aduin had a wide smile for two reasons. One, he caught a duck. Sure, it was already wounded from being clumsy. But it was still a catch. And two; No one had been there to see the two failed attempts. He wasn't yet used to the sloppy ground in the marshes, so the duck had been a lucky break.

As he drew closer back to the inner territory, he spotted a wolf. He recognized from the meeting, though still ducked down, looking more like a wolf trying to sneak in then a wolf already belonging, his duck clenched between his jaws. It was useless, for his grey fur pelt would easily give him away, as well as the fact he had been standing upright for a matter of seconds.