Duck Lake quack quack said the duck

For @Darkside and also AW. :-)

Roadkill didn't like this place one bit, but at least she knew a thing or two about killing things. The whole hunting thing wasn't exactly her forte — well, not the doing-all-the-work-yourself thing, rather than working in a team with owners and horses and lots of other things, like she'd heard of her kind doing — but she got lucky once or twice, and managed to stay alive picking meat off left-over carcasses, and she'd caught a rabbit the other day. She hadn't had much contact with the other dogs, though she'd heard of a lot of them being somewhere nearby, and she'd picked up plenty of their scent.

Didn't make surviving any easier, having so many other dogs 'round, especially because most of them were a lot less equiped with survival skills 'n her, she reckoned, from what she'd seen back at the lab.

Stopping at a lake, Roadkill sat down and started to groom her dirty fur. She didn't care that much about hygiëne 'n all, but she knew it was better to keep her fur in shape if she wanted to survive the crippling cold of the wilds. Protected her better that way 'n all.