Duck Lake h

Shadowing the thoughts of his grandfather, Sela also wasn’t sure what he was doing as he silently followed some distance behind the older man. He had caught sight of the elder as he ventured slowly from the territory. His gut churned painfully as he remembered hearing of the Ursus wolves. They wouldn’t dare attack Kove though...would they? Biting his lips in thought the boy eventually decided the best course of action was to follow his family member and ensure his safety to the best of his abilities (despite how meager those abilities may be). Even if he knew there would be hell to pay with his father later.

With the decision made, Sela practiced his stealth skills. Following at a distance, and ensuring he remained down wind. The boy wasn’t sure if he had been caught in his pursuit or not, but he waited with baited breath for some kind of a response to his presence as they came upon a lake.

The meadow they had walked through was soggy and wet from the autumn rain, and Sela’s paws were caked in mud, but he hardly noticed. Instead his gaze was fixed on the glistening lake and his grandfather’s far away look.