Duck Lake Tablespoon of honey

She had been so caught up in driving the ducks away, that she didn't even notice the bear like wolf so close by. When his bulky brown form did catch her eye, she backed up, clearly startled. She had never seen a wolf of such massive stature. Even her father was smaller, and he had passed on his size to his sons. The memory of family made her heart flutter. 

Forgetting about the loss of what could have been lunch, Chai crouched low. Her ears folded back, tail slipping low to rest at her ankles. He could be a pack wolf for all she knew. He could have laid claim to this land and she may be trespassing without even knowing it. 

But... Her eyes flicked up, hanging on the fish in his jaws. Then he spoke...though the words were garbled around the freshly caught meat. Her russet ears lifted, eyes soft. He didn't seem fearsome. Chai remained alert. She had had a few close shaves with wolves who were seemingly nice at first, and then turned wicked. She liked to believe she was a good judge of character. "Uhmm...sorry...say again?" She managed shyly, but as politely as she could, subtly trying to point out the obvious.