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

beneath her she heard the thump of those in the warren, their little claws scrying granules of sand, scraping against pits of rocks. their rapid breathing, their heartbeats. she heard even the twitch of their whiskers -- the pink shock of her tongue broke her blackened muzzle as she imagined their soft plush fur between her jowls.

she was rudely brought back to reality by the chipper greeting of another -- promptly she stood upright and brushed herself of the detritus that clung to her pristine fur. she hadn't expected a visitor, least of all a fox -- but it was better than another gross male come to court her and spew inappropriate things in her ear. "why are you in such a good mood?" the songbird inquired somewhat crossly, licking a stray blade of grass from her angular limb.