Duck Lake And so the ducks fly

Standing rather lax, Dovev's ears were bowled towards the wolf's comments. Apparently, he hadn't felt the cold, and an appreciative light glowed in the tundra wolf's eyes. Dovev would always hold respect for those who didn't bicker and fight the sting of chilly air. The stranger didn't have a northern pelt, and it was hard to tell his true coloring underneath the fact his coat was plastered with water.

Bored? Dovev echoed. So, wandering from place to place isn't exciting enough? It was obvious this wolf was alone, and probably new to the area. Duck Lake was a well-traversed place by Creek wolves and didn't attract much attention outside of the pack.