Duck Lake Strangers are friends waiting to happen

The young man’s excursion had carried him across a great stretch of land and to the banks of a wide lake. On the surface of the water, ducks paddled lazily against the warm backdrop of blue skies and a brilliant sun. Ahead, a grove of aspen trees promised some comfort of shade and a place to rest his paws and legs. Without much more debate, Brave set his destination for the edge of the trees and set his pace to a steady trot. The sun streaming on his back warmed him to the core. After a short time, his lips split, and his tongue lolled from the side of his mouth.
 
It did not take long for the spry young wolf to clear the distance between the bank and the grove. Once he had found the shade of the trees, he plopped himself onto the earth and surveyed the lake with a curious eye. Out beyond the shade of the trees, there was a dark figure that Brave could not make out from where he rested. With a joyous bark, he called to see if they could hear him.