Duck Lake I like driving backwards in the fog

The ducks had fled. Sanja, too bloated to do anything except bob in place while her toes sought purchase on some wet rocks, watched them; then, the other wolf.

They drew closer. Sanja sniffed the air too, and watched their face for signs of teeth. The water tucked the stranger's golden fleece tightly against their body, and Sanja felt an intimate sort of jealousy about it.