Duck Lake May Starclan light your path.

"they probably got tired of the rain. went to rest somewhere else," merrick observed, though not once did he look toward the body of water. a hunter of wolves; his single eye trained itself to the woman and traced back an assessment of the things he believed might be her weaknesses.
"were you looking for a hunt?" the bearwolf inquired, canting his head as he extended a silent invitation. perhaps beside the lake they might discover a goose or two, or perhaps merrick might find a different use for that deepened surface.