Duck Lake right, lets go

Rory trotted after the duckling, only to be distracted a moment later as he finally took note of the wolf. He hesitated, remembering his last encounter with one of the larger canines. The duckling scuttled off as quickly as it could while Rory was distracted, ears coming straight up as his eyes widened in protest. "Why's everyone always callin' me a rabbit?" He complained, ears drooping.

Rory glanced down to where the ducks were laying at the wolf's feet, letting the 'rabbit' comment go mere moments later as he perked up. He didn't appear to have realized that the male asked a question, surprise and excitement showing on his face. "Oh, hey! Are they eatible?" He slurred the word, neck stretched out to sniff curiously at one of the dead birds. His voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "I was just makin' them go places." Or trying to, anyway.