Duck Lake nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave

the scent of the odd-looking wolf he had followed had faded, and she had not returned his affection. he did not take the rejection to heart. like any wild thing, ich'aak was guided by instincts over rationalization - he had followed her there out of instinct, and he would follow his instinct out.

the night had come and swallowed the world in navy darkness as he made for the lake. around him birds were silenced and no animal seemed to stir in his passing. his throat was dry and he thought there would be little competition if he supped at the banks at this hour. he was alone save for the flimsy shadow the slender and silvery moon afforded him.