Duck Lake Tablespoon of honey

He nearly tips forward, as suddenly from the undergrowth behind him are fast footsteps. Ears swerve backwards, Evergreen feels his hair stand on end akin to a startled feline. The squawking ducks complain even louder, and the majority of the flock takes to the skies. (He doesn’t blame them, if he had wings, he’d take off too.) Out of reflex, he bites down harder on the fish in his jaws.

The bearish wolf must look comical with a fish flopping in his jaws and wide green eyes, as he stares at the russet streak that suddenly thunders into the water a few feet away from him. Any of the birds that attempted to flee into the water have now followed their companions to the sky.

Well, that’s an interesting hunting strategy…

He swallows, releasing a noisy breath through his nose—he hadn’t realized he was holding it. “... Hungry?” It sounds more like “huawngwy?”; muffled and distorted by the fish in his jaws. Evergreen blinks.