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

he clambered over boulder and log with hastiness to his step, darting from vantage to vantage like a spooked shadow. the pair were now a fair distance behind them and he could hear their muffled chatter come through the woods in a language impossible to decipher.

gracefully he clambered up the rough hewn side of a massive piece of ledge, likely some ancient remnant from the cambrian age with its grey features worn by time and tiny fissues of thousands of nameless phyla etched permanently in its exposed face. he remained unaware of their existence, his attention focused on the duo he had left behind. while neither had looked untowardly aggressive, he could not risk it -- electing then to quit their presence once and for all, he beat a bushy-tailed retreat deep into the heartlands.