Duck Lake batrachophobia

big guy. older than him. hunting away from the territory. 
the indigo eyes noted all this in a flicker. ancelin was out hunting as well, searching for blood that would feed his instinct to provide.
he and ameline still waited to see, but there was no way not, right? each day brought his awareness more attuned toward her, searching for any sign of new symptom or show that might indicate they would be parents.
he watched the stranger chew the frog, tail flicking, then dipped his muzzle to drink deeply, wading into the lake as he fully ignored the other, by all appearances.