Duck Lake russian courier

As cold as the waters were, Nyo continued to drink in a desperate frenzy, his tail beginning to wave happily behind him. He had forgotten what it was like to have a full belly again, even if it was only filled with water. He had eaten one too many bitter-tasting patches of snow that he refused to eat from it another time, instead waiting until he came across a fresh water lake like the one he stumbled across today.

Finally satisfied, the boy lifted his head to take a gulp of air, not realising he hadn't breathed for a full minute. To think, he had finally come across something that would promise at least another few days worth of travel, only to have almost drowned himself in it. He would have laughed if he hadn't suddenly found himself gasping and struggling for breath. Despite the hacking noises he was making, the unexpected sound of a soft bark caught his attention. Quickly turning his sodden head, Nyo searched the banks for whatever had just made that sound.

He had hoped to see maybe a small bird or rodent but, instead, was greeted with the sight of a lithe female figure. He noted her furrowed brow and stared back, eyes wide from both his fit and the surprise of seeing another wolf. How long had it been? Winter seemed to have swept away all traces of wolves in the wild, though no doubt many were sticking close to their pack lands as the days grew colder. He continued staring, unsure how to react, his eyes flicking down to the pheasant she held in her jaws and feeling his own mouth begin to water.