Duck Pond

He’d been watching the games for a good while, pondering over which to pick out, listening to the happy chatter of passing wolves and the cries and calls of the coydogs congratulating and calling on the carnival-goers to try their paws at a game.

The atmosphere was helping, slowly, to raise his spirits, and he was quietly grateful for it. Perhaps it was time for a little game action.

He rose at last and padded amiably toward the ducks, tail swaying lazily at his hocks as he studied the many targets, watching them float by before ducking his head swiftly and snapping his jaws toward one that looked particularly interesting.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think