Stavanger Bay Flower In The Wind

Sizzle is like the mama duck! XD
This post is short and kind of silly; I’m delirious with tiredness.

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It surprised Szymon when the red-tailed cub began to follow quite literally in his footsteps, though it probably shouldn’t have. “Where go?” she wanted to know, and he hesitated. By Cairn standards, the Drop would have been an appropriate next step for the growing girl, who was sturdy and surefooted despite her small size. She was a ward of Donnelaith, though, and bound to the forest’s customs — whatever they were. Just as Deirdre and Doe had yielded to the Cairn way of doing things when Julep and Isengrim had been born, Szymon would have to yield to the witch queen and not chuck her tiny friend headlong into the Sea. “What do you want to do, Witchhazel?” he asked. “Are you hungry? Do you want to learn how to swim? Or would you rather just explore?” He didn’t have any particular agenda for the young cub — his idea of caring for cubs was basically to follow them around and keep them from being eaten, not actually lead the parade.

For the rest of the afternoon, the unlikely mother duck was trailed by the fox-tailed youth; afterwards, he led her back to the ring of black rocks and watched as she wandered back to the shelter of the sequoias.

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