Duck Lake ravens, not ducks

@Alastor

Silver Bone sat at the edge of a lake. It was filled with mallards especially. A few other types of ducks were there, but mostly mallards. At Raven's Peak they had respected the ravens. Not the ducks. Ducks were just like all other prey. Only ravens were favored. Slowly she dipped herself into the water. It was cold this time of year, but not yet frozen over. She daringly pulled her head under the water, seeing how long she could hold her breath without going up. Memories stirred within her.

The charcoal child thrashed wildly in the middle of the pond, trying to stay afloat but sinking. Her brother, Ice Heart, sat watching. Just as her cheeks began to go under, she strained to lift her muzzle out. "Heart, help me!" She screamed. The child blinked, his face blank, and continued to watch her drown. A darker colored wolf than Ice Heart shoved the other kid aside, leapt for his sister, and grabbed her by the scruff. This was Black Claws. He pulled her to shore, lifting her onto land and then climbing up also. He glared at Heart.

After several seconds she shoved her head above the water with a gasp for air and a giggle. She climbed upon the shore, soaked, and laid down, thankful to be breathing air again.