Duck Lake Sheep in wolf's clothing, how the turntables

The girl found herself at a lake, soaked to the bone but thirsty nonetheless. It hadn't stopped raining in a while, which was weird... She hoped every day it would stop the day after, but a drizzle became a pour and there her beautiful golden glow went again as all the colors turned murky and sad. She lowered her muzzle and drank up as much as she could, belting impressively seconds after.

Buzzard returned to the lake in hopes of getting some ducks, but all they got was a wolf. They were about to turn away because wolves are bad and smelly and yadda yadda yadda. But then she let a loud ass belch loose.

Holy fucking shit. That was the greatest thing they ever heard in their entire life. They laid in the dirt and rested their head on their paws; sorta like a teenager who was talking about their crush on a landline phone. Where have you been all my life?