Duck Lake and sweetly she did sing (p -zombie)

Grey and white, splashed with rusty shades, the younger female looked as if good meals did not happen to her very often. Bright eyes peered out from the younger one's face, vibrantly green, reminding Alo of her own. The question from the yearling surprised her and Alo's head tipped delicately to the side before her jaws parted in a gentle, easygoing grin. "I can hunt — in fact I think I'm rather good at it. I wasn't trying to hunt though....just like making them fly. My name's Alo, what's yours?" The yearling interested her, with her protective paw over the old and indistinct femur, and her skinny visage. Alo was a bleeding heart if there ever was one, she could not help but want to aid all of the wounded and weary of the world. It was her nature to care, her nature to be maternal and kind. "Are you hungry?"