Duck Lake and we'd break under the weight of any pain that ever came in this life

she skirts the edge of the lake, enjoying the vanity of her reflection in the rippling water and the coolness of it on her pads. what she enjoys even more is the sight of a stranger, and-- oh, dear! it seems as if they were taking off. well, that wouldn't do.

with a gentle, crooning bark, tasha breaks into a trot, eventually catching the woman up. she falls in step beside her, eyes glowing in silent admiration. she smells of a place with which the marauder is not familiar, and her intrigue is impossible to miss.

"are you exploring?" she murmurs gently, brows lifted to emphasize her question. "may i join you?"