Duck Lake renəˌsäns

He made to answer without breaking stride or without a second glance back. N— But the movement of his tongue and jaw caused the ice to slip. Swift awkwardly tried to recover it but the attempt was unsuccessful. He lowered his head to let it slip out onto the ground before it dropped and broke. No one's stopping you, he answered nonchalantly before rolling the ice chunk with a paw and picking it back up again.

Swift's mind was focused on the elk. With his makeshift toy secure once more between his teeth, he resumed his track toward them determined to see where they were going and if there was any opportunity for entertainment there.