Duck Lake I Won't Talk To You...Literally

Soft paw steps fell gently in a layer of sand that surrounding Duck Lake. Arvi's keen gaze swept quickly over the smooth, glistening body of water. The female sat down beside the lake under an aspen tree and lifted her slender muzzle to the air. She drew in the calming scent of the water and breathed in deeply.

Calmness stole over Arvi's features as she sat under the shade of the tree. She reached out a paw and curled it around a thick log. She tugged it close to her and began to run a claw along the wood, the beginnings of a pattern in the making.