The joyful life was a good one. The pursuit of virtue, the abstention from vice, it made her life simple but bright. Alo feared no evil, and she had little in the way of worry that showed on her brow. Deep down she had the fears any other did, but she held a simple sense of contentment that made her days worth living. Wapun Meadow was the very heart of things for the female, but like any other beast she often felt the urge to wander. Duck Lake was a territory she had come to know, and if Wapun Meadow had not been so dear she would have happily claimed it as her own.
The grove of quaking aspen made a wonderful refuge. Quietly the silver and cream female stalked through the shaded grove, eyes locked on the flock of ducks that paddled quietly around the nearby water. Hunger was not her concern at the moment — the faint red remnants of the rabbit she had brought down earlier in the day still clung to her muzzle. No, Alo was seeking joy, pure and simple. Muscles tensed as she made her way, launching forward and running gleefully towards the water, sending spray and flora everywhere. The ducks erupted into chaotic quacking and a flurry of feathers and began to rise from the water and she burst into a cheery laugh, tail wagging as she watched the fowl disperse in the light of the sun.