Duck Lake Prelude I

And so like the sun did Icarus rise, too—

As the long forgotten comfort of constant meals left it was an uncomfortable pit that settled itself within it's absence.. A gnawing feeling, a cluster of festering bees writhing between his guts; begging, urging, longing for what was once a staple. A hunger that reminded him with every step. 

His body— thin and malnourished was weak from the long travel, and so he was drawn to the sweet scent of fresh water. Wading within the soft tall grass he surveyed the land around with nervous eyes before daring to drink his fill with a gluttonous reverence.  Drip did the liquid, gliding down his chin and neck, soaking the fur below with carelessness. It was only when his stomach felt it would pop would he stop, lift his head, and breath raggedly into the cool afternoon air.