Duck Lake not all treasure is silver and gold

Something about the other's demeanor, the amusement in his eyes— surely a male, she'd decided— drew her a few steps closer to stand near his side, tail swishing slowly. One eyebrow lifted slightly at the way he spoke, gaze warming over the smile curving his lips. It occurred to her that he was attractive; roguishly so, she thought.
I'm simply admiring the view, She offered, only allowing her gaze to linger over him a few more moments before turning her eyes to the lake. No pack scent clung to the boy, she noted, but perhaps he knew something of the land. Perhaps he, too, had a birthright to reclaim. Are you from around here?