Duck Lake youth is wasted on the young

Hey! No need to match the length. I got carried away.

Kaname made his way to the Rising Sun Valley to enjoy the peace and quiet. He paused by Duck Lake, enjoying the cool of the lake breeze, laying down in the soft grass, thinking back on his own youth. While Cara, unbeknownst to him, was thinking about a childhood memory that related to the lake, so was the dark brown male, though his was darker.

There was a test that the assassins dealt upon young pups to cull out the weak, the ones unwilling to be ruthless, the compassionate. He remembered his mother, father, and a few of the high-ranking members of the assassin band bringing the year's litters to a large lake. The alpha was holding a large duck, maybe a goose. He tossed it towards the center and instructed them to go and get it. The first one to reach it would keep it for his or her own family.

The pups, of which there was ten, scrambled into the water. His sister reached the waterfowl, crowing happily as he helped her bring it back. He remembered feeling his paw touch something as they paddled back. When Kaname turned to look, he saw it, no, him. His little brother, floating in the water, eyes open, the little fish already nibbling on his pelt. Only six emerged from the lake that day.

He blinked, as he heard someone mumbling nearby. Was it Itzal again? Or some other voice. Luckily for him it was neither, only his young packmate stepping into the water. What was Cara doing here? "Ah, hello Cara." he called to the pale yearling.