Duck Lake Look What The Duck Dragged In

Aimlessly, he wandered still. He didn't do much to occupy himself except keep his needs met. Survive. Every day blurred together into one seamless flow of wasted time. The sun was up, and so was he, though not by choice. Corvus always preferred the night, but sleep oft escaped him, and he'd learned when to give up on trying.

His feet dragged him to a little lake, though its namesake had flown off to warmer pastures. The only sign of life he saw was a dark figure by the lakeside, but he wasn't interested in what would likely be another unpleasant interaction. So he kept his distance and acted as if the other black soul didn't exist, instead focusing on securing a meal.