Duck Lake what do you see

this felt like a natural place to end it for me, but we can keep going if you want!

Goldry grinned wide. His white teeth had a reddish cast.

He turned away as she looked at him, careful not to rouse any latent aggression from the hunt. “I'm sure you have,” he replied with a chuckle, swinging his tail once in a broad arc across the thick grass. Her injury worried him, but if she insisted it was nothing, he trusted her judgement.

Goldry gave her a sideways glance and a small smirk, then stood up and shook himself from head to tail. His adrenaline rush was over. Pounds of warm food filled his belly. Seratonin and melatonin flooded his brain. He meant to stay awake until he returned home; he could not indulge his drowsiness yet.

He pried a small rack of ribs from the stiff carcass: enough for a decent meal for one of his comrades, if he could find them—or for one of the Ookaan caches he kept stocked around the meadow.

He dropped it at his feet for a moment, smiling at Aguta. “Thanks for your help,” he said. He hesitated, wishing to say more but bound by loyalty to Ookaan not to confess the dire situation of the pack, nor divulge his own loneliness. Little did he know that days—or perhaps only hours—later, he would be tracking Aguta into the Sunspire Mountains, never to return to Ookaan. He ground his teeth for a moment, then the thoughtful look passed from his face and he grinned again. “I should go. Enjoy the rest of it.” He gestured to the carcass.

Goldry picked up the ribs, and trotted into the dark toward the embankment and the cottonwood tree on the high hill. Before he left her line of sight, however, he turned and dropped the ribs for a spare moment. “And Aguta. You can keep running from yourself, but sooner or later, you'll run out of places to run to.” His breath steamed away on the cold air. His yellow eyes glinted like greenish lanterns in the dark. Then he gave her a lopsided smile; his Confucian moment passed; his face and tone were impish. “Take care on your journey home,” he said. He grabbed the ribs and slid into the shadows.