Duck Lake roses - the only flowers she could bear to see cut

Dave the duck glared at her and opened his beak; Saarthal winced and leaned back, ready for the quacks to kill her eardrums. Instead, a bark cut through the cloud of quacks, a very...wolfish bark? Huh? Saarth jerked her head toward the source and - oh, god how long had they been there? And, more importantly, why weren't they helpi- oh shit - the dude was charging and barking, making an impressively loud racket (louder than the ducks) and heading straight for her. Saarthal , taken by surprise, gaped, then promptly got her shit together and scrambled (rather unelegantly) out of the way to watch the spectacle. The ducks took one look at the - jeez, he's tall - barking stranger and scattered like the cowards they were. Saarth was tempted to yell: yeah, run you little bastards! scatter, bitches! but decided against it.