Duck Lake And the blisters on my lips

She imagined that in the warm seasons this lake would be a good spot to hunt, but for now it was frozen over and frankly rather useless to Calfuray. She had no use for ice. But what was she to do now?

Lifting her nose, she checked for surrounding scents. Nothing of interest. If she was in the path of any prey, then she must be downwind. They would be gone soon.

Briefly her stomach had been satisfied, but she had to wonder just how long that would last. Her leg was still weak, still needed rest, and she knew better than to push it. She was on her own; if the limp were to become permanent then there would be nobody to help her.

Grunting, she lowered herself to the ground to lay with her leg out to the side.