Duck Lake Not I!

pls do. ^__^

Let's just say Goldhawk had never been a sombre wolf. He respected the seriousness of his mission, and certainly the thought of his quarry (a cruel attacker) did not make him jovial. This was just his way: light-hearted, good-natured, and full of japes and songs.

And off he went
With a waddle and a quack
In a flurry of eiderdown. ♫

He continued to sing across the duck pond, his really very pleasant voice added to by a cacophony of mallards. And then he spotted a male wolf further along the bank, and took a split second to decide this was not Goober. Too black, and with eyes so blue he could see them from here. And so he threw the chap a wink and continued his song —

That poor little ugly duckling
Went wandering far and near,
But at every place
They said to his face
Quack! Get out of here. ♫