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

Elowen’s grin widened at his words, a light flush coloring her cheeks from both the exertion and the playful exchange. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in the hunt, especially after Cole’s challenge and the way she’d matched him step for step.

"I do," she draws out the vowel with a smile too big to be insincere. As he placed the ducks down, she trotted over, her pace easy and light.

"'S pretty good for amateurs," she quipped, eyes flicking to the ducks they’d gathered. She knelt beside the pile, her tail sweeping the ground in contentment as she looked up at him. The morning had been more than successful, and there was something undeniably satisfying about the ability to share it with something aside from a over-curious sparrow.