Duck Lake ravens, not ducks

Alastor on the inside:

At the words of Bone, the boy's tail moved back and forth a bit. He was glad that she hadn't shot his idea down, and even more so when she gave suggestions as to what they should try and find. Tracking prey seemed to be too easy of a thing, what with most being a decent size and all, so he veered more towards the acorn. They were small, that was true, but that only made the challenge that much more of a, well, challenge. "An acorn sounds fine by me," Alastor said, smiling all the while. It seemed like it'd been forever since he had time to just settle down for a bit and relax with another of his species. During his travels to the Wilds, most wolves he'd come across weren't too eager to play games and such, but were more focused on getting the yearling out of their fur. He might have been a bit annoying to them, what with trying to learn the area and all. "First to find an acorn wins."