Duck Lake Cruel limits

@Pheiros

Rex yawned. It broke the cover that he was a lone wanderer, eager to venture uncharted lands. Oh how he could spin any story he wanted; blending with the natives akin to a naive traveller. It was sleep that he was not ready for, however, despite the lure and temptation. Night had fallen in a curtain of navy and violet with twinkles of silver.

The black wolf returned to the lake. He knew of it’s location and the resource of water. No need to stretch his wings further than necessary. Sometimes the impatient found patience. He hummed. There was a skip in his step. He drew nearer. His pumpkin orange eyes searched about the edge of the lake. In the observation, he could pinpoint another set of tracks that had not been there previously.

New company? He pondered aloud.