Duck Lake can't remember when it started

The pond was strangely vacant; the waterfowl already have flown south. The girl was hungry and disappointed, having not eaten anything substantial since two days before. Travel-weary and sore, her mood was dangerously low, but she managed to cheer herself in the knowledge that she was very, very close. She shook her pelt briskly, drinking deeply at the shore of the lake before turning to other pursuits; namely, hunting as quickly as she could to fill her stomach for the last leg of her journey. She sniffed at a trout a moment before determining it to rotten to make a good meal, and instead continuing along the shore, head low and ears pricked for any signs of lunch.