Duck Lake Prelude I

he was a good boy.

a thought that may have been ill if spoke aloud, but in her heart it rang true. age mattered not when it came to manners. she had seen some younger than her kinder than the old faces.

name. eat.

she smiled softly. he was the one who seemed to need these meats. she could go home and eat her fill of anything she wanted. she did not think he had such a luxury.

a soft shake of her head towards him. she would not eat.

still she raised a paw gently to her chest. bjarna. then that same paw stuck out to gesture at him before it settled back on the ground.

you?