Duck Lake capsize

@Aria

The stocky wolf licked his chops roughly, cleaning the fresh blood from his broad muzzle. The duck lay at his paws now – the kill made with more luck than skill, for the only reason he had caught the creature as it began to fly away was because it had been injured with a thorn in its wing.
 
His blazing eyes cast a quick glance in the surrounding area. He was still unfamiliar with much of the Rising Sun Valley, given it was more east than he had been prior. Durnehviir had been insistent to raise their children here, and he wasn’t about to argue with his mate. It had worked out for the best, so far.
 
All was quiet in the summer air. The sun was higher in the sky, indicating the lateness of the morning. Humid, the Mayfair gave a brusque shake of his thick pelt, trying to ignore the uncomfortable heat, Leaning down, the wolf’s muzzle scooped the duck up in his jaws, eager to deliver it to Durnehviir and the pups.