Duck Lake You realize that tinned food is just for crackheads and wars?

@Caiaphas

He'd been restless since the encounter with Sunny. Restless, irritated. There was a history to Bhediya that he'd never be privy to, and it got under his skin like nothing ever before. He wandered more frequently now. It took away his ability to look after her. . .but perhaps he'd hate what he found.

He still loved her, Pygmalion reasoned as he wandered the reeds of the lakeshore. He would never stop. But there was a reckoning coming, and coming soon. He ought to have it with himself alone, but he would inevitably drag his mate into it as well.

Pyg looked out at the frozen lake, pressing one paw against the ice. It gave slightly; the weather had been warmer today and a temporary thaw was afoot. He knew it wouldn't last long, though when winter's jaws came calling again, he didn't know. He sighed, breath floating out in a long, frustrated cloud.