Duck Lake Your heart engages into heartless throes

iliksis had spent the night by the frozen lake's shattered edge, where a part of the bank had been shattered by brute force (moose, he suspected) and a sliver of the dark water welled underneath, swelling with fractured sheets of glass. he had supped his fill from the icy water, and had set into the woods for sustenance.

he came across beaten snow, trod down by massive cloven hooves that dwarfed his own pawprints. curiously he noted the intermittent striding of pawprints that were distinctly canine, and as he lowered his muzzle into the snow he detected the scent to be fairly recent. with dark ambition he followed the ploughed crosscut, until at length he saw the bobbing form of a wolf wrestling the trail same as him. he made no noise save for his footfall as he sped his approach, his attention mostly on the strangely plumed tail that bobbed absurdly with each leap the yearling made through the unevenly beat pass.