Duck Lake sweet dreams

The grumblings of the other male were heard, but ignored. He was too amused at this point to act out against Cam, wanting more than anything to mess with him, rather than cause any real injury. It was little moments like this during which he seemed to touch on his lost youth, behaving like a child, rather than like the man he was supposed to be; he was only a yearling, true, but he had been expected to act far more mature in the past. Taunting the stranger and making deals with him served as a way of fulfilling the antics of childhood that he’d missed out on, and so he wasn’t the least bit interested in chasing the opportunity away by lashing out in some manner. No, he wanted to play, and so play he would.

As he’d made his way towards the shore, Alexander’s path was suddenly blocked by none other than his current partner in play. The smirk that had scrawled itself across his face acted as fuel to the flame, encouraging him to further carry out his end of the wager. And so, though he had every intention of going easy on the boy, such thoughts allowed for his instincts as a warrior to kick in. It was his duty to protect the fish, but the task wasn’t at all of dire importance. That thin line had prevented him from simply barreling through the stranger, the route taken instead having been to feign left, and then take off to the right. Despite it having been clear that his newly made acquaintance was tired, Xan wanted to test his determination with a little game of chase.