Duck Lake Joker on Jack

A new visitor approached the serene lake, known for being a magnet to wildlife. With temperatures warming, Chai was drawn to the source of water. Her thicker winter coat had already begun to thin out, making way for her shorter, much more comfortable summer version. As she picked her way through the grove of aspen trees, tufts of honey and ivory fur would cling to the roughish bark in her wake. When she emerged out into the open, the sight of the lake that greeted her was a familiar one. She had been here before once, but not in a very long time. It was where she met that big, brown bear of a wolf.

She smiled faintly at the memory, wondering where he was now. Blissfully oblivious to the fact that his soul was no longer bound to this earth. Glacial blue eyes blinked softly, locked onto the inviting surface of the water. She sighed, as if reminiscing. Water again. A seemingly ever-present feature in her life. Her soft brows scrunched. What did it mean? It had to be something. Especially that she was back here at this place again. Dipping a single paw into the water, just so her toes were touched, she decided against a swim today. Chai was content enough to lounge by the edge, peacefully watching for any wildlife that approach, lulled by the gentle sound of the lake.