Duck Lake sweet dreams

Cam's look of disbelief soon became one of pure frustration and annoyance. This other male clearly didn't understand what he meant. Or the state that he was in. Couldn't he see that Cam was tired as hell? He'd been searching for fish all damn afternoon and when he'd finally found one, this menace of a male had distracted him and he'd lost his catch. Cam wouldn't admit it but he wasn't exactly the best hunter. Anything that had to do with physical prowess wasn't really his strong suit. One fish was hard enough for him, but to catch five and get no reward. Ridiculous.

If five isn't that much, why don't you catch them yourself? He said with a snippy tone, his red tipped ears had flattened to his skull. He took another step back. He knew he was pressing his luck with this guy, but he simply wasn't having it today. The white furred male spoke again about the other option, and Cam rolled his eyes. Yes I got that. I guess we just don't have the same sense of humor. The boy took a pause to settle down, his tail twitched anxiously behind him.