Duck Lake montefitu

twitch bristled worse when she realized he had woken, but her coat smooths back a hair when she sees the lazy grin stretched across his maw. friendly, perhaps. she didn’t quite like the way he looked at her, like he was seeing too much, but she wasn’t keen to leave yet. 

her ears twitched at his words, at the long, drawn-out theatrics of them, but she kept her face blank. his grin was too easy, too sharp. she didn’t trust easy. didn’t trust sharp. 

“..no reason,” she muttered, eyes flicking past him, toward the lake, the herd, anything but the gleam of his teeth. it’s a big fat lie, and it’s clear from the tone of her voice, words strained and tight.

still, she had not moved. her gaze slid back to the tree line when he flopped onto his back again, like he hadn’t a care in the world. perhaps he didn’t because he was strong enough not to!

yes, that makes perfect sense. definitely. decidedly, she lowers her haunches to perch a small distance from him. “go back to sleep, then.”