Duck Lake Through the boughs of the garden

There was a droop to his body and his tail at her words, but he followed her albeit reluctantly into the water. She watched him with gentle green gaze, notching that he shivered. And tried to keep on a brave face.

She bent to the task of catching another and tossed it the same way. Her voice ringing out, trilling.

She chuckled. Good form. Fish can be slippery so it does well to keep them under your paws like that. Though maybe don't eat the bones, can get stuck in your throat if you're not careful.

She would catch one more and see if that was enough for his belly. At her last catch she stepped from the cold waters. Shaking her shoulders even if they weren't wet, the feeling of wetness sticking to her whole body from the cold.