Duck Lake living with the ducks

The determination to currently sit and sulk near the water's edge like a pup that had been sent to a corner after doing something he shouldn't was strong. He hadn't anything else to do – or so he decided. His mother's words that he should find a place for himself to belong amongst another pack was shoved to the back of his mind... mostly because he had yet to interact much with any of the locals. He'd come across a pack scent or two, but instinct made him avoid treading too close. After all, whose to know if they weren't a pack of cannibals there trying to eat him alive?!
So boring things such as reasonable responsibilities and, I don't know, surviving, were left in a tiny corner in Eli's mind for now. The wind, however, changed – blowing against his back and carrying a scent his way... one of a wolf. They were nearby, belonging to a pack he assumed, too. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes suddenly alight with excitement as his posture automatically went neutral – if not a touch submissive. Tail batted behind him and Eli stood up.
“Hello?”