Duck Lake dancing shores

she arrived upon the lakeside just as the final kiss of dusklight danced across the dark, calm surface of the stillwater. it's shoreline glistened with small fractures of crystalized ice, though the main body of water remained untainted by winter's bite.

she tread closer to the edge, her reflection greeting her as a shattered echo — familiar and yet so different now. nothing felt rushed here, and yet her heart beat wildly.

she shook free of the momentary forgetting, dipping a pale snout low to quickly lap at the water's edge before continuing once more along the basin. as she moved her attention was kept strictly to the snowy landscape, her goal simple; identify any tracks of potential prey that frequented the lake.

with any luck, she might position herself to fill a rumbling stomach.