Duck Lake sweet dreams

Xan held the boy’s gaze briefly before it was torn away from him. He watched as Cam looked down, suspicious at first, but the uneasy feeling was shoved away and ignored when the words reached his ears. It hadn’t been the response that he’d expected—wanted—and so he fell silent. Brows pulled together whilst he observed the expression displayed, but was unable to separate the truth from a lie. He was not his father, he could not read others well, and so he’d not caught on to the fact that he was being tricked. Believing the act, he huffed, and then found himself unable to resist the challenge. There was a moment in which he’d stopped to consider whether or not he was actually going to teach the stranger how to fish, but ended up deciding that he had to. The was an underlying challenge in his eyes, as well as in the words, which the Inuk couldn’t ignore.

A few steps forward were taken before he’d glanced towards the lake, nodding towards it. “Get in the water,” commanded the yearling, disinterested in wasting any more time than necessary trying to teach the male to fish. As an afterthought, he’d added, “Don’t make me have to drag you in with me.” It was a threat, but not one that he wouldn’t follow through with; the expression he wore made this obvious. Alexander stared at him to get his point across, then broke away and crossed the land until he was at the water’s edge. Carefully, and slowly, he’d made his way into the water, stopping once it was up around the midway point of his forelimbs. He’d look back towards Cam, waiting impatiently to get the lesson rolling.