Cold Water Creek Lame Duck

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RE: Nalda, you find a trio of duck eggs!

- Before Noon, Sunny - 58 ° F/14 ° C

"Don't go shouting out loud that you're claiming the crown" Bright sunlight glittered off the cool, blank water, reflected in glittering patterns on nearby trees and rocks. Pockets of warm air gathered  around the creek as the day slowly heated up, fighting a battle against the ever rushing water, still holding the coldness of the snow it had once been. Nalda hiked along in the borderland between the two, right on the bank where mud from the gushing creek was drying in the sun. The young wolf moved nimbly, batty ears perked and nose hanging low over the ground, searching along with her eyes for any tracks of prey. While she still preferred scavenging, she had become an avid hunter over the past months, often tracking down rabbits or forest fowl to bring home to the caches; Once her own belly was full. It was a way to pass time, and one that gave her an excuse to stray from the pack territory, to explore for herself as well as hunt. Today she was heading south, following the creek that had been so creatively named for the temperature of its water, hoping to jump some creature stopping by to drink. And she did end up catching something by surprise, but unfortunately that something had wings, taking off with a loud quacking and much flapping of wings, alerting every other critter within a mile's radius to her presence. "Oh for fuck's sake!" She barked irately, head and tail rearing up, and every hair in between standing on end; There goes any chance of eating today! But some luck seemed to be smiling on her, for as she hunkered down to move on, stepping into the tall grass nearby, she came across a small nest on the ground, abandoned by the mother duck in her fear. And in it was sitting three, fat, bluish grey eggs; Or maybe not..! The wolfess grinned to herself, bowing immediately to feast on the bounty. Word Count: 319 Thoughts "Speech"

Khalliysgraphy @DA

She was looking for Sven, or at least that had been the guise under which she took her short foray from the Willows. Often the sick or injured would take shelter in caverns and burrows, and the gaping hole in the side of the mountain had been begging to be explored, she certainly hadn't expected to be spit out on the far side of the range, but while she was here, she would take the opportunity to gather whatever medicinal supplies she could. She had promised the leaders she wouldn't been gone more than four days, and now she had almost reached the point of no return. The only thing teathering her to the place was a small red and grey pup, and a promise made what could have been a lifetime ago.

There was still so little worth gathering, the hellebore little more than sprouts, hints of lavender yet to bloom... She was about to write the whole endeavour off as a lost cause when the beating of wings and an irate bark filled the air. There was something familiar about that voice... "Nalda?" the name left her lips before she rounded the foliage obscuring her view, hips already swaying in place of a waving tail. Had she really just stumbled across her out here?