Duck Lake can't remember when it started

They swam closer, now. Dawn was about to snatch one when the male continued, and the fish pulled out of her range. She huffed under her breath, gaze flickering to the male as he continued, quite suddenly seeming oddly familiar. She turned back to him, brow furrowed with confusion when she felt an odd wave of deja-vu settle over her. She saw the fish in the corner of her eye, however, and twisted suddenly to grab at it, fangs snatching in its tail as she pulled it from the water with a decidedly ungracefully motion, pedalling backwards to the shore to slam it against the rocks that lined it. 

Messy hunt done with, she stood panting for a moment, catching her breath.  "My father - said something like that. Exactly that, actually."  Her gaze was suddenly alight with interest, jumping to conclusions rapidly, but waiting to see if she just might have stumbled across her first uncle.