Duck Lake fangs and ducks

If she hadntve told herself to not be awkward from the start, her jaw would have hit the muddy floor. Such a turnaround, he was...so intriguing. Azarartha forbid, she gets on his bad side. After looking at his once cold steel eyes that were now holding concern in them, she gave a nod, and tried not to limp towards the tree he nudged her too, but even a bat would be able to see through her façade. So underneath the destined tree, Raven sat, watching him, wondering what she could do to repay the favor, besides hunting for him the ducks she promised. ja,...minusk pervat da deas ga tatanka. Hey, maybe following through with that one...done. She knew exactly what shed do. And he would definitely like it. Feeling a pleased smile creep its path along her lips, she downed the other duck he offered her with a "Granjë. Thank you"

Then she recalled what he had said to her..
"Trust me, ..." " I am not my father."
Had he actually revealed a bit of his life to her? He did...and Raven refused to let anything ruin that. She definitely needed to not be a fuck up with this. And that, she swore to Azarartha.
Turning her platinumed gaze back to his graceful fowl hunting, she watched with a feeling in her soul that maybe, she may have found a friend.