Duck Lake did we drink the poison or just a placebo?

The part of her head that was still above water, namely her ears, picked up the sound of another. Win pulled her face out of the water, licking the droplets from her nose.

The call had come from a brown wolf, smaller than her, but just as thin. It made a part of her want to smirk because wasn’t that just funny.

Yeah? She asked a moment later, raising an eyebrow. Was this some claimed land, or a wolf eager for company?