Greatwater Lake as if i myself had no voice

he snapped readily at the goose, pleased that it had followed them so. it justified his dashing into the shallows, the snarling arch of hair along his shoulders as he flung his tail aloft and challenged the great bird with the promise of death in his gaze. step by step the coiling young wolf forced a retreat, finally catching one of its battering wings within his jaws and flinging it bodily into the shallows before lunging for its softer underbelly. 
so taken was merrick with the idea of blood that he had all but forgotten his companion, and the ducklings limp upon the bank.