Shy Deer Steppes Where am I headed too?

Rowen casually lead the way to the lake. A smile slid long his lips, company at last, if not anything else beside hungry, He was rather lonely. A chatter box this one was though, not exactly a bad thing, but it had not earned to right to know his name yet. That was something he bestowed only upon friends and he was still unsure of what to make of this relationship. If they became friends he was surely going to recognize the fact that Hiraku was growing the way a pup should. The fact this pup didn't smell like a wolf hadn't really been much more then a passing thought so far either.

Rowen nodded to Hiraku and lay down pointing his muzzle to the other side of the reeds. Inside the foliage a fat duck was indeed napping. If Hiraku startled it from the other side and it came this way They'd have a meal to share.

Quietly he ran his tongue along his lips and eyed the unsuspecting fowl; alone he might try to sneak in and grab with snapping jaws but with two players this meal didn't have a chance.