Duck Lake karma is the thunder

Wind brushed past—the faint spatter of raindrops beginning to increase as the ebony male continued his purposed stride. The storm didn’t deter him—if anything, he welcomed it, for it matched the mood that clouded within him.

His thoughts could not be distracted so easily, and so the Mayfair had sought purpose on this day… in the form of tracking a herd. There had been continual promises of a joined hunt and feasts among the valley packs—soon, it would be time for them to make good on their promises. If they waited for an ideal time when drama did not press upon them, it would seem it would never happen.

So when a distant rumble of thunder drew his muzzle up, his eyes locked upon the form of a she-wolf, wading her way from the lake water and seemingly looking around.