Duck Lake her melodies

The white she-wolf was getting more and more comfortable in the Rising Sun Valley. She had explored most of the grounds around her pack. After having a through cleaning her fur was as white as it could be. In the winter Scarlett was always more in her element. Her body would almost disappear against the white background. Well, except for her blood red eyes. She wasn't vicious or a monster like her old family stated. The female crept closer to the lake filled with delicious fat ducks. On one side of the big lake they opened up the ice to be as loud as they could while swimming around.

The small female hunched low to the ground with each careful step she got closer and closer to the group of ducks. From the yellow reeds she launched herself at one of them. Her jaws clenched around the first thing she could get. Scarlet was surprised that the bird could get any louder. She relocated her bite in the prey's neck and then carried it proudly. It might have been the first animal she caught on her own since arriving here. Soon the duck was feasted on and eaten to the bone. Because of the wind she had not realized there was another wolf close by. Not that it mattered. Scarlett had wolfed the duck down in her hunger, leaving a rather macabre sight.

The recently cleaned wolf had now red eyes and a red stained muzzle. Her pink tongue ran over her lips yet till there was this red recoloring around her mouth and on her head. The ghostly white female was on her way back when she saw the other female. Her tail let out a friendly wag. Scarlett was unconscious about her looks, like most of the time. This female didn't really care for being clean, often her coat had another color than white.