Duck Lake know what you want

Cry.

She didn't think much of the name, except that she doubted it had anything to do with his own habits or mannerisms. Or maybe it did - she'd been wrong before. Ixchel would've been more curious without a cooling meal between her paws, but as things were she continued plucking; even as the male with ice shards for eyes sought to advise her on the proper way to eat a bird. The calico paused, licking her chops as she looked at him squarely. How dainty, she remarked sardonically. Never known a feather to kill a wolf, but I digress. That's a method better suited for treebirds, anyway. Splitting a waterfowl means you miss out on the skin oil - a little something good for your coat.

With a casually mute-faced wink, Ixchel dug back into her meal with shameless zeal.