Duck Lake chromakey dreamcoat

Winter had hung around longer this year (at least it seemed like it to Lucca, a boy who had experienced a grand total of two winters so far in his short life), but thankfully it finally seemed to be retreating. Or maybe that was because he had finally decided to pick a direction that wasn't the frozen north and stuck doggedly to that path. Maybe it was a bit of both.

Either way, he was happy to finally see flowers and greenery and not-frozen water. Bone-chillingly cold as it still was, Lucca gratefully lapped at the waters of this lake he had come across, stopping only to gasp for breath as he kind of forgot to breathe while drinking. It was just that good.

With his head up, water still dripping from his chin, it then dawned on the boy that he was not alone. For not only did this lake have water, it also had ducks. His stomach rumbled hungrily; he had not eaten in days. The creatures were lazily nesting on the muddy banks a distance away, either unaware or uninterested in the predator nearby. Licking his lips, Lucca began forward quietly, orange gaze hungry and laser-focused on the fattest of the flock.