Duck Lake where are the birds

Restless legs carried the budding warrior on the move. Away from the mountains, which were his first stop in this ripe new wilderness. Yanna knew there was so much more to see. So much more hidden potential to discover. The agouti brute was like a lost piece of a jigsaw puzzle; all he had to do was find the right fit.

The wide open expanse surrounding the lake was a far cry from the stony peaks he had left behind. As a lone figure, he sifted through the openness unhindered. At his feet, a few dozen feathers littered the ground. By sight alone, he knew they belonged to ducks. They were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps something had spooked them. He gave a gruff snort through his nose. Just as well. He would not rather waste his energy on something that wasn't guaranteed, which would only sate his hunger for a day at least.

Stone faced as always, he circled to the far side of the lake, showing no sign whatsoever that he had seen the lounging white female. Yanna was far from inattentive. Thanks to his rigorous training and strict moral code, he always had one ear and eye open. He knew she was there. Taking a position at the waters edge so she could perfectly view him, he knelt down silently to drink. When he was finished, he drew his muzzle away, cold water droplets clinging to dark lips. With a low grumble and a slight narrowing of pale yellow eyes, he stared across the water. Perhaps contemplating a cold swim to keep in top form.