Duck Lake death seems fitter

Her body burned as though she were engulfed by the cruel embers of flame.  Every breath were a laborious venture – her lungs felt full, inflamed, strangulating.  She felt as though the thread of her mortality waned, suspended precariously upon a dulled blade that would promise an agonizingly unhurried expiry.  A soft breath danced upon her lips – chapped by the bite of cold – she needed relief, something to bring her even the slightest solace from her infinite suffering.  She had wandered aimlessly, perhaps – she had no real direction, for this new land still held its unnavigated mystery.  She hadn't the desire to travel in her illness, nor did she particularly feel the spark of a voyagers curiosity.

The subdued ripples of liquid whispered softly in the eerie, wintry silence.  It inspired her ears to perk up, and her pace to (unwillingly)  quicken.  Her diminutive paws sang across the ground, an orchestra of dismantling ice crunching under her feet as she stomped across the rigidly inflexible grasses.  She thoughtlessly submerged herself in the frigid waters, a gasp spilling suddenly from her gaped mouth, as the shock of the gelid temperature and comfort avariciously devoured her.  Water lapped at the crest of her shoulders, undulated over buxom hips, and she let herself lie at the ponds edge; her head rested upon the bank as she let it soothe her scorching fever.  She closed her eyes, her lips parting as she breathed gently, lulling into an icy embrace. 

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The ghost of curiosity set him ablaze; a small, flickering flame suddenly became a forceful fire as his paws moved across territory. Step after step, each one taken with a careful, calculating precision as the snowy underground crushed underneath his paws. From afar a trail of his wanderings had been left behind until the moment someone else would step onto his trail or new snow would dwindle down from the grey skies. With every breath that he took, with every moment that passed there was a longing for a journey, a discovery and a voyage's tail. 

Along the way he would meet new strangers, friends and enemies alike -- the good, the bad and the ugly all at once. However, it appeared today had been an exception; his golden gaze would feast carefully upon a wolf that made his heart skip a beat. A timeless beauty.  From a distance he was enchanted by her sleek, feminine silhouette as she slept there. Quite a contrast to the winter scenery was her smooth, sleek well-groomed midnight-painted coat. Quite a contrast also to him; his fur was unkept and dirty. His pauper-like trademark. Blinking with his golden eyes, he began to wander if this was real. If she was real.

Light puffy smokes filled the air as he gazed at her and moments began to pass.