Duck Lake Reflektion

She could feel the stare - it made her neck bristle, and as the stranger's scent reached her, Violante stiffened. She turned to face him, her black eyes boring into his silver ones. She thought about teaching him manners about not sneaking up on people, but then decided, she really didn't care. Shaking out her pelt, Violante called out, "Are you just going to stand there and stare?"