Duck Lake take it to reality

Lifting her head from the cool water of the lake, Kroc caught sight of the cripple still standing there, smiling at her like he was a fucking moron. Perhaps he was. Perhaps he'd gone senile in his old age and didn't know how to leave others alone. If she had to teach him, she'd be pissed, though she'd do it anyway. Kroc liked her space and this one seemed like he was going to be stupid about it.

Wet lips lifted, revealing teeth that had seen plenty of blood and bone, a low and resonating growl given as her gold eyes narrowed. "The fuck're you grinning about, grandpa?" She pointed out his age, his frailty in comparison to her own, a nod towards the fact that she could bring him down with ease if he decided to push her. Hungry and travel-worn, Kroc was not in the damned mood to mess around with some old crotchety fool and her attitude stated as much for her.