Duck Lake Got up and left all she knew

Loneliness ebbed and flowed in Loinn - but then she had always needed her solitude every now and then. Still, it had been a long time since she’d spent anything more than fleeting time with someone. She could barely remember the last time she’d conversed more than offering a terse grunt to a passerby. 

She’d spied the lake from a distance, but not the other wolf. Her head was held low, ears back, until the quacks of the waterfowl reached her. Her head lifted, ears straining forward. While Loinn had eaten recently, as a lone wolf she was reluctant to turn down the chance of a good meal. Unknowing of the terrain ahead, the silvery female at least knew that she needed to maintain her energy. 

Her paws picked up into a gentle trot… and then she caught the scent. Another wolf, female, alone. A flicker of interest made its way across her features as she turned away from the lakeside, sniffing. Sure to maintain a neutral posture despite the confidence in her movements, she let out a soft huff in greeting.

Her muzzle jerked toward the dipping and flapping ducks. “Worth the chill?” Loinn wondered aloud.