Duck Lake This is the face of a miracle. A real and true and tragic-beyond-imagination miracle

Ocra kept her distance for the moment as she just watched the dark male. He swayed back and forth a little, noticeably enough for the distance she was. He sat, however, but a little harshly against the ground that still made her hesitant to approach. He responded to her chuff and stepped closer, causing her to take an equal amount of steps back. She could hear him when he spoke a simple greeting but his features drooped and he looked rather sunken in and tired. Her ears rested on the top of her head, searching him for any signs of obvious sickness and then his eyes for insanity.

“Hey,” she said quietly, taking one tenative step forward. “You okay?”