Duck Lake he gives the world its saddest sound

He tired quickly of watching the ducks, turned back to further study Kessa. She was an oddity, a little mystery wrapped up in a slim wolf. He laughed at what he assumed to be a joke and shook his head. No luck, he agreed. She then asked about his status, and Sriracha gave the air a quick sniff to find whether she was attached to any pack. She was not. I have no pack, but am traveling with friends. To call them friends was generous, but he had high hopes.