Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

he did not seem interested in her search, amusing her with his attempts to rid himself of the feathers. but kukutux privately enjoyed the dynamic. it was familar to her; men were aloof, even when out upon the ice with their women, focused upon the blood to come rather than the smaller details a wife might tend. 

wife. that stupid word. the duck, feeling slighted anew suddenly, through no fault of revui's, kicked aside a clump of snow more forcefully than she had meant, searching down beneath it for the soft green carpet of new growth.