Duck Lake duck hunt

Her negotiation skills were amusing, at best. "Oh yes! You know, it's a game named after the little fish you find in the metal tin boxes," she said, her voice hurried and breathless. "I will go try to find my metaphorical tin box," she said, and if it were possible, she would have raised her paws in order to make quotation marks in the air, but let us pretend for a moment that this writer actually respects the realism of wolves. "Then you will try to find me. If you have other wolf-friends, they can hide with me, and you win when you find all us. Rewarded with a tin box of wolves," she rambled on, though the last bit sent a small shudder through her body. It was one thing to think of the cougar feasting on her body, but another thought altogether to think of several, vacuum-sealed wolves neatly arranged for the cougar's dining pleasure.