Duck Lake fortitude

It was the rustling of snow being moved about by a lumbering form that awoke Reaper from his nap. The fact that he had even managed to fall asleep in this strange, foreign place was nothing short of a miracle. Blinking his eyes groggily (the left had stuck together from the blood from his wound), the mutt then cast them around as he surveyed the little area the dogs had claimed for the moment. A large, dark form had separated herself from them, moving away with a limp. He stared, watching her go, before pulling himself to his feet and following after her at a distance.

He had lost sight of his fellow lab-mate a few times but the unmistakeable scent was easy to follow, and he soon came across the Rottweiler again as she travelled towards a small lake. She appeared to be hunting. Hunger twisted at Reaper's own stomach and he skirted around behind her, veering left with his nose to the ground, intent on helping the fellow beast hunt — despite the fact that he really had no knowledge of how.