Duck Lake A real go getter

Shadow kissed paws and freckled face slipped from the borders of Kvarsheim and the rising tempest of emotions. Sven ran recklessly through the land towards the large lake. Stocky paws beating a rythmn on still cold ground. The small brushings of grasses tickling the pads as they tried to push through. Meet the sun.

He skidded into the edges of the lake shore like a flame covered four wheeler. All legs and paws and wild eyes. A smile of both delight and absolute devilry on his face.

He tried to be quiet for his siblings, humble as his mother asked, but there was a wildness to him. A reckless energy that crackled in his heart. He wanted to do great things and be known for none of it.

Slate eyes narrowed in on the now plump ducks that had flown in from the south. He had unsettled them so for now he'd watch. Lull them back into a calmer place and then strike.