Duck Lake can't remember when it started

Perhaps she could fish; she supposed if the rotten trout was any indicator there ought to be fish in this lake. She slowed, twisting toward that lake just as the male called out. Her brow furrowed in surprise, squinting across the lake and wondering just where this male had come from. She paused, ears flicked towards him, then tilting backwards a moment benignly. She approached the lake's edge, watching the male with a bemused expression. "it's dawn, actually." she retorted lightly, finding this lake-wolf to be most interesting. She stood passively while he shook the water from his pelt, asking then, "I don't suppose you've seen anything edible around here? I seem to have missed all the ducks." As much as the male interested her, hunger was still a priority on her mind, especially after travelling so long.