Duck Lake Pop goes the weasel

@Kaertok

Late afternoon brought about an overcast sky. The temperature had been warmer as of late; Spring finally reared its head. Unfortunately Rex missed the fun of breeding season, much too distracted on the journey here to have indulged in play within. Now it had shifted; the time of whelping and assisting hungry youthful mouths.

Rex needn’t fuss over nonexistent children. He was a freebird, wings unclipped to do whatever he pleased. It was thus that he embarked towards the lake. He’d been allured by the scent of water on the wind, and followed the trail of a herd towards it. Much to his intrigue, however, the black wolf halted. Attention piqued by the bloody pawprint that laid in his path.

Now, what do we have here? He craned his head down and sniffed.