Though she was a fast runner with considerable endurance, it had taken the little red wolf several weeks to travel from her previous abode in Relic Lore to the Teekon Wilds--not that she had been in any particular rush with several days spent "vacationing" among new, unexplored territories. She had left without a word, having never made any significant connections or memories, and had then impulsively set out for greater adventures further south. Summer was waning, after all, and her time was short. It would not be easy to satisfy her wanderlust later when prey became scarce.

Still, she felt guilty about the pack she had joined for a couple mere weeks, and even now, she felt the need to find one she could call her own. Such was the heartbeat of every wolf, she supposed. Black nose pressed deep into the earth, she lifted her head as the smell of water and waterfowl reached her senses. It would take her an additional half hour before she reached the lake's shores--and oh, how it was worth it!

Ducks! Ducks! So many ducks. The little wolf felt her stomach gurgle and growl. Licking her muzzle, she began to sprint towards the lake. Heart thumping harder and breath leaving faster, she could hear the quacks of the duck grow louder and louder in her ears until all the quacks seemed like applause in her ears. It was then she realized why she was running and what she was running towards.

Breaking through the protective ring of aspen trees and security guards, she pounced onto the shore and then deeply bowed. I am surely a queen, she thought to herself, and as she lifted her head, she boldly proclaimed, "Your queen is here! Thank you! Thank you..." It was fortunate she had the excuse of having not eaten for days. Still, the applause continued and if her ringing ears were not mistaken, even increased. She could have never anticipated to receive such a grand reception or reward.

Unsurprisingly or not, it had never occurred to the little red wolf that she might be perceived as "crazy" as she had always placed this particular label on other particular wolves--quite generously, mind you. So when the other wolf humbly approached her recently established throne, she was unfazed.

Pale green eyes full of ducks that swarmed the skies and lake, she did not take her eyes from them--well, she did sneak a peek at the fellow, but it was only a peek!--but held her stately stance. "Do you think that's a good title for me? Yes! Yes, I think it will do. And you, you will be Duck King...! Unless you find that a bit awkward, seeing as we hardly know each other. I also have the position of Prince, Knight, or lowly Jester." It was at this point that she broke from her stance and turned to look at the other wolf, and it was then that she quickly realized how unkempt he was. It was as if he did not know that hairbrushes and combs existed. "Oh! This will not do. If you are to be my king, you must look like a king. Come here so I can lick some of your hairs down." She imagined a more polished back, maybe something slicked back and trimmed short on the sides. That seemed to be trend these days, at least!