Duck Lake can't remember when it started

Dawn took to the task of fishing with a single-mindedness that was teased an amused snort out of the lounging male. Fishing was a task of patience and focus, but Murdock had no patience for focus, and mainly focused on just being patient. Which meant his fishing stance was quite different from the stiff air of determination that the silvery shewolf took on as she gazed into the water.

Then again, it wasn't too difficult to seem stiffer or more determined than Murdock, who seemed to constantly exude an air of sleepiness. Came with age, he reckoned.

"Ah, Sunny," said Murdock, pleased to have something to add to the conversation. "I know him. Nice fella. Good company." Naturally, the male assued that he and Dawn were on good terms, as she had come all this way to see him.