Duck Lake waterside

The sight of the Duck Lake would be welcome by many a traveler. The body of water was large and fenced in by a treeline of aspen. A wonderful spot for a refreshing swim and cool place in the shade. This was, of course, if a prospective traveler did not mind company. The air thrummed with the quacking of ducks and the lake's surface rippled with the numerous bodies of the fowl for which the lake was named.

Hidden within the shade of the aspen perimeter, Vale held a crouch. Gilded eyes sweeping the scene. Drakes and hens were abound and the odd puffball of a duckling meandered after their mother. She wouldn't be shocked to stumble across the odd nest if she walked the treeline.

The small wolf was spoiled for choice. Kvarsheim was lovely for hares and grazing deer, but they lacked much in the way of bird. A sudden craving that would be soon fulfilled, if she remained unseen.