Duck Lake ravens, not ducks

"Well met, Alastor." She replied to the grey wolf. She shook her wet fur out, before walking forward a few feet, but not next to him yet. "Yes. I was seeing how long I could hold my breath when under the water, begore coming back up for air." She told him. She counted something around thirty seconds before she had come up for a breath of oxygen. Pretty good. Didn't beat Jackdaw Wing, though. He had been able to stay under for almost a whole minute. But then again, she'd bested her friends back at Raven's Peak in other things.