Heron Lake Plateau to the door, in the floor

good because you know you're really mean to that boy

The waterfowl stood no chance against the two hungry wolves, and her jaws found its throat easily as Lucca held him down.  Once it had stopped its squawk and struggle, she doused her face in the water to clear it of the blood, and she re-emerged with a wide grin.  Good going.  Give ourselves a pat on the back.  But wait, wolves didn't do that.  Where did that saying even come from?

Oh well.  You've got a good eye, you know, to be able to see him from all the way back there.  You could really do well as a hunter.  She averts her gaze as her ears splay and flatten, but the smile is still there.