Duck Lake i never met a jailer that wasn't on the take

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the recent thaw meant that prey would soon be abundant, rising from their burrows underground and braving the brisk air. starling had been around long enough to know that spring was time for easy game -- those who were born in the middle of winter had yet to meet a predator's clutch, and many were inexperienced when it came to escaping.

she sat huddled above what appeared to be a rabbit's warren, her body scrunched and black pelt flush against the thin snow. she pressed one ear to the ground and listened, her lovely muzzle supplanted sidelong along the dirt. she heard below chittering, and so held her position as not to betray her location.