Duck Lake ava adore

@Alessia

Puffs of white clouds escaped his big, black button of a nose. For a fleeting moment, he was entertained by the condensed breaths, but he grew tired of it quickly. Small skies of indigo scanned across the lake, tail twitching with boredom. Although the little rock preferred solitude, eventually it becomes irritating once you become disinterested in yourself... At this point he attempted to avoid any form of thought, knowing it'll only cause an immature internal clash within his mind. Akin to two little cubs that constantly have to correct one another.

The growing scent of a pack was heartening, but he didn't care to waste his time amongst strangers that only grow into acquaintances.  Then again, he wasn't sure how much longer he could be on his lonesome, he was driving himself mad! At least not thinking at all helped him ignore the cold nipping at every inch of his body.