Duck Lake karma is the thunder

There was a beat—his warning taken in the context meant and he found the hint of a smile pull at the corner of his otherwise grumpy facade—though he carefully masked it. He could appreciate the easy discussion that opened before them, and as the raindrops became more persistent, he found his own pace quickening, closing the distance to the marked borders of his home.

“I mean… All of us, really. But he’s the biggest one,” he informed her, feeling a certain smugness creep into his words. Guess Arric shouldn’t have taught his daughter to call him ‘shithead’ instead of ‘dad.’

Not that she had ever referred to him as ‘dad’ anyway, but still.

He cast a look back to her, noting the freckles that painted along her muzzle.