Duck Lake Tablespoon of honey

A pair of russet ears flickered to life atop her skull. Her sides heaved in an exasperated little sigh. She had not picked the most ideal place to try and nap. Foolish of her in doing so, but her mind had hardly been on the suitability of the location. Her body had demanded rest, and she simply gave in.

The chatter of the ducks only grew more intense. And a new sound accompanied their voices. Splashing water...freshly disturbed. By something too big to be just a zealous duck enjoying itself. Annoyed but now fully resigned to the fact that she would not be getting a wink of sleep, she uncurled herself and stood up. 

She'd show those little buggers. Bursting through the patchwork of Aspen trees with the last of her energy reserves, she charged towards the lake and the noisy ducks within. Already alarmed by the wolf who had caught his fish, the last of them scattered up and away...out of reach as she charged elbow deep into the water. Shivering, she backed up, watching as the flock was sent packing. Her icy eyes softened, lips pulling in a frown. They were gone for now...but as was a shot at a meal.