Duck Lake A real go getter

Shadow kissed paws and freckled face slipped from the borders of Kvarsheim and the rising tempest of emotions. Sven ran recklessly through the land towards the large lake. Stocky paws beating a rythmn on still cold ground. The small brushings of grasses tickling the pads as they tried to push through. Meet the sun.

He skidded into the edges of the lake shore like a flame covered four wheeler. All legs and paws and wild eyes. A smile of both delight and absolute devilry on his face.

He tried to be quiet for his siblings, humble as his mother asked, but there was a wildness to him. A reckless energy that crackled in his heart. He wanted to do great things and be known for none of it.

Slate eyes narrowed in on the now plump ducks that had flown in from the south. He had unsettled them so for now he'd watch. Lull them back into a calmer place and then strike.

Lilitu's mind wasn't on hunting but for relaxation, and she was engaged in a quiet stroll around the lake when her eyes caught sight of gray amongst the reeds at the water's edge. She took a deep breath in, gauging the scent. Wolf.

He was hunting, perhaps—waiting for the ducks to come closer. She was loath to interrupt him, and instead sat a short distance away, barely blinking, waiting for the next move in this primeval game.

Sven was oblivious to the other wolf that walked on silent paws around the edges of his quarry. Instead he watched them with a light of flame flickering in those grey eyes.

Saliva pooled beneath his tongue and he waited. Watched. Shoulders low, body in stalking position.

It felt like forever, as they resettled. He stood still. Quiet. Waiting. Patience was a virtue taught at his fathers paws.

 Finally, he burst forward. Grabbing the nearest about the throat. It beat him with a wing. Poked his eye, but he won. It lay in a pile of plumage and blood at his feet.

The others taking flight. But he knew they wouldn't get far. He'd try for another once he caught his breath and his adrenaline slowed.

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The young man's hunt was successful, and she silently cheered him on, face breaking into an unconscious smile. She came closer, pawsteps muffled by the loud murmur of flapping, fleeing wings.

Once within calling distance, she chuffed his way, giving him a warm expression.

Well caught, she said, pitched just loud enough for him to hear. I'd love to help catch more if you'll have me.

It had been too long since she'd hunted wth another, and she was craving company just now.

A chuff was heard nearby and ears twitched towards it. Silver gaze fell on a she wolf standing beside.

She dazzled with brilliance like stars. Coat of moonbeams amd shadows. 

His first instinct was to cover his prey and growl, but he fought it. That was not diplomatic or kind. So instead he put a smile to his face and met her one eyed gaze. 

His stomach twisted at the empty eye socket. Revulsion and fascination warring and screeching in equal measure. He had to swallow quickly a sudden onslaught of saliva in his mouth. The scars he could handle Father had many. 

His revulsion was forgotten and happiness, pride, taking it's place when she spoke.

Thank you! He weaved his tail in delight behind him. It had been impressive hadn't it. But oh it didn't do to be prideful, one must be humble. His tail slowed just a little at the thought. He felt as if he were disobeying his mother by being so proud.

So he cleared his throat and nodded. I'd love some help.

He turned to look at the other ducks that still flew or ran some slowly settling, but still on high alert.

We have to wait for them to calm down correct? And then go after again? Or. Well I've only ever hunted by myself mostly. So you may need to help me.

He felt his ears fold to his head. A little self conscious.

She caught the slightest reluctance and chalked it up to her disfigurement. It was okay. The boy was kind enough, and she nodded, folding herself closer, down low.

Yes, we'll wait until they settle down, Lilitu murmured, smiling. She watched the beating wings, slowing. . .slowing. Slow.

There was a group of them particularly relaxed, and she nodded toward that direction—a small inlet of the pond, where they snapped at greenery underneath the surface.

Let's get 'em, she whispered, and began to stalk ahead.

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Her disfigurement had been part of his reluctance, but it was also his own personal war with how he felt and how he felt he should act. But that was always a point of contention with the poor boy. It was irksome.

Sven sat with her, motionless, but every fiber of his being wanted to jump forward and chase and grab. He even had to touch a paw to his muzzle so he didn't bark and yelp in excitement. He practically vibrated. 

He followed behind her. Adjusting his limbs and paws to the way she held hers. Watching closely to learn.