Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

weakness. the discovery of it is an instinct breed into all wild things, and like a dowsing rod, she grows fixated on it. another's weakness is only her own reward. oh, but it is not so easy as to simply take what is proffered! she is not wolf, no powerful, fearless thing, and so when the boy tells her quite clearly to "fuck off!" she does so, twisting limbly in the manner of some feather-light thing and disappearing into the reeds. 

there she waits. she retreats, and then circles, the boy, aiming to near the limb. when she has found some suitable position, does she pause, hunker down and grow as still as the earth all around. breath now; carefully, slowly, in time with the wind that brushes the reeds with a lover's tenderness.

and wait.

and wait.

and move. she flings herself toward the boy, aims to snatch the leg in scissor-like jaws. she wants to taste the bleed he so carelessly bleeds, and so should her grip be true, she will proceed to tug.