Duck Lake I am an arms dealer; fitting you with weapons in the form of words.

sorry for the wait on this--love the title btw!

There was a small crisis, in Morningside, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone outside the borders. With two pregnant woman and many small mouths to feed right around the corner, it was important that they amass a respectable stockpile of food--and their numbers were dwindling. They only had a handful of skilled hunters; with Sunny gone, and others scarce, they were grasping for anything at this point.

He was loath to leave Pema, but the hunt must go on. He strayed far from the borders that day, trotting across the landscape until he came across a herd of deer. His ears pricked, intrigued. Some were small enough that he could perhaps take them down on his own, but others--the ones with more meat, more to give--merited a pack's effort to catch them.

He was formulating a plan when movement near the shore of the lake caught his eye. It was a grayscale woman, looking at the ducks. With a shake of his tail, Shale made his way over to her, giving a friendly chuff in greeting. She smelled of Easthollow, though hers was a face he'd never seen before. Morningside and Easthollow were friends--why shouldn't they be as well?

"Hey, there," he said casually, settling in alongside her. "Thinking about bringing some duck home for Valette and the gang?"