Duck Lake Prelude I

In turn would he find another— 

A wolf—no, a stranger

Uneasiness tugged at the boy's mind as she appeared within frame. A lithe thing, an unknown thing. His ears perked and his tail flicked at his hocks, and the boy regarded the stranger with a feigned openness.

"Hello—" Would he softly sound into the air before words caught within his throat, dying harshly at the surprise that was her appearance; a flat face.  "I'm not intruding, am I?" He would question fearing that perhaps he overstepped a marked border in his hunger.