Duck Lake her melodies

It wasn't long before she had spotted the other small she-wolf. Her pelt was a pale, frosty white, tinted lightly with cream, a color equivalent to the light snow that would promptly descend onto the ground.

Crëyr wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, but she saw her wander over to the side of the lake where the ice was beginning to drift apart, revealing a flock of ducks meandering close to the shore. Ducks. The petite wolfess was surprised to see that they were still out here, though there wasn't much they could do for the harsh Winter.

The red-eyed she-wolf pounced, her jaws closing around a duck's body. Fortunately she had clamped her teeth before it could flutter away. Its companions gave a squawk and burst apart, doing whatever to get away from the pale wolfess while she wolfed her meal down, leaving the bones sitting behind.

Crëyr's mind connected to the encounter with Vector at the sight of that. It was a good three months ago, though one of her first memories of the Bypass never left her brain.

When the frosty-furred she-wolf finally looked up, her eyes an unusual shade of crimson, she proceeded to wag her tail in a friendly manner. Her mouth was surrounded with a diluted red, a rather shocking contrast against her pelt. Jovially Crëyr was up and was padding towards her, a greeting forming on her lips.

"Hi!"