Duck Lake sweet dreams

It was rare that Cam lost sight of what he truly wanted. Even as a young pup, he'd often had motivation for every action. His motivation for chasing the albino had been to get the fish, but it had become something else. Play. Pure play. His frustrated grunts became playful yips, chipping up in his throat. Instead of wearing a smirk of mockery, his smirk was friendly, and gleeful. His youthful instincts had kicked in and taken over, but he still had every intention of winning.

His target juked him, starting going towards Cam's right but turning to his left instead. Cam had fallen for it, turning and snapping his jaws to his right only to find that his playmate wasn't there. A look of determination in his golden eyes, Cam whirled around and took off in the new direction. He wasn't slow, even when he was tired, so he caught up quickly. Unfortunately he wasn't fast enough. He pushed himself harder, his long legs covering more distance with each stride. The. In one all or nothing act, he pounced, hoping to barrel his target right over.