Duck Lake I tell you that I'm thinking about,

She nodded, a slight flush creeping up her neck, but her focus quickly sharpened as the ducks began to stir. She shifted her weight, slipping into position, her paws light against the frost-covered ground. "'S long as you don't startle 'em too soon, sure," An inkling of doubt or a response to his enthusiasm, she wasn't certain.

"I’m ready," she whispered, her tone steady, though the flutter in her chest betrayed her calm demeanor. She looked back at him for a brief moment, and for a heartbeat, a part of her wanted to impress him.

She held her breath as the first few ducks took flight, their wings cutting through the cool morning air. Her muscles coiled, ready to spring into action. "On your mark," she murmured, more to herself than him.