Duck Lake it heals and it haunts me.

It seems that peace and serenity were simply not meant to exist in Yami's world. No sooner had she begun to drift than a cacophony of sound arose nearby. She turned to frown down the shoreline until she spotted the offender and paused. A young wolf stood there, staring at her as though she were wielding a knife at his throat. Her frown turned to startled confusion, but changed swiftly back again.

"The hell is your problem?" Yami asked, bitterness in her tone, "Can't you see we're all trying to have a peaceful morning here?" She rolled her eyes and scoffed. Kids were such self-centered jerks.