Duck Lake Step away from my light, I need shine.

feel free to skip unless/until he’s acknowledged

The lake was once a pleasant place to be, especially when the ducks were not present. But ever since the world started to self-destruct, things had changed. The lands which he once knew were altered, nearly unrecognisable. A few territories had managed to avoid the destruction, whereas others had not. Unsurprisingly, Duck Lake had pulled the short stick and was cast underwater, reminding him of the marsh he’d left behind him long ago.

Alexander walked carefully through the glade, forcing a paw down to test the earth prior to committing to a step. He managed to avoid falling through any major parts thus far, yet the sound of distant splashing suggested that, perhaps, someone else had not been so lucky. Still, Xan continued carefully, gaze drifting towards the shapes of other wolves as he neared them—but, ultimately, he did not outright approach.