Duck Lake montefitu

coväh watches her like a man watches the first bite of a meal he’s been craving all day. slow. savoring. lazy grin tugging wide across his muzzle as she actually—actually—takes the offer.
aja, he hums, pleased, voice rumbling low as his chin tips back toward the sky. look at this. lady fall for me so easy. a wink, exaggerated, playful, as he shifts just enough to make sure she’s got space, but not too much. close enough that the warmth is him, radiating lazy and golden like midday sun.
lucky day for coväh, he adds, rolling the word like it tastes good on his tongue. pretty girl. good snow. big lake. food somewhere, maybe. he shrugs, like the world is his and today it’s decided to treat him well.
then he leans just a bit closer, conspiratorial, whispering loud enough for the whole damn lake to hear, you not tell no one, okay? ruin my reputation.
he snorts, flopping dramatically onto his side with a sigh, his tail flicking over the snow. next we nap. wake up, we steal herd. is good plan, yes? a pause, glancing sidelong at her through half-lidded eyes. unless you want... romance first.
and there’s that grin again. sharp. stupid. utterly shameless.