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

The shewolf had been padding about the valley for the entire morning, and her growing thirst was starting to knaw at her. She lifted her cream framed snout to the gentle spring breeze and located the nearest water source. She shifted her stride towards the east and increased her pace until she broke through the underbrush. The crystal waters of duck lake gleamed in the light of the afternoon sun. She padded lazily to the edge of the water leaning her head down to drink. Her muzzle sent ripples flowing through the flat water as she drank to her fill.