Duck Lake right, lets go

Really sorry about the wait on this, I started a new schedule at work and haven't adjusted yet!

He'd never seen the strange, feathered creatures that surrounded this lake before. Rory didn't know whether they were friend or foe, but they were certainly loud...and kind of obnoxious. Rory lay crouched in the tall grass for a long time, wide green eyes watching them as they chased each other.

That was when he noticed the smaller creatures. Ducklings, wandering around on the shore. Rory focused intently on them, creeping forward curiously. His ears were perked forward, stance straightening as his confidence grew. The ducklings noticed him pretty quickly, but there was no inherent threat so they mostly ignored him. Rory's long-buried instincts kicked in then, and he found himself trying to corral them toward the lake and the older ducks.

He was focused so intently on his task that he didn't notice the wolf hunting in the water. At least, not until the splashing started up and all his little charges scattered.

"Hey, come back!" He protested loudly, trying to chase them all at once. Rory couldn't keep track of all of them though, and finally he focused on just one, chasing it right toward the wolf currently enjoying his lunch.