Duck Lake weeping willow

Attn: @Bjorn

The air was buzzing with spring, and Fox could not stand another minute in the confines of her den. Ushered out by the warm weather, and ignoring the doctor's orders, Fox pushed herself east from the creek's boundaries and headed toward Duck Lake for no reason other than it was a change of scenery. While she loved the creek dearly (even more so now that she was its caretaker), Fox knew that it was also important to get out every once in a while. She allowed herself that freedom today, even if it meant the wounds on her back and shoulder would heal a little bit less quickly.

Her pace was steady, and the yearling reached the expanse of water in no time. Once she had arrived, she watched the waddling creatures with mild interest as she sat on the shore. Unlike her previous visit, she did not chase after the fat creatures. Instead, she simply observed them. They were strange things with their short legs and webbed feet. Fox idly wondered if they had anything better to do with their lives than waddle, swim, and eat whatever it was they foraged from the ground.