Duck Pond

An aimless, ambling gait kept the youngster listlessly moving through the festivities. From the site of the tourneys to the food to the best spot of them all, the carnival games! The boy's companions kept him from wandering into danger, for the most part. The lamb that he'd recently adopted as a new best friend was hardly useful, being prone to wandering off to investigate things on his own. The shrike, on the other hand, kept a close eye on the strange pup that kept offering him the leftovers from his dinner. When Raven strayed into someone's path, dreamy and distant, the shrike was quick to land on his little head and give him a swift peck on the forehead to draw him back to reality. By the time he had caught his brother's scent amongst the myriad other threads of scent that came from the dozens of carnival attendees, he was growing tired. Perhaps Acacius would be able to help him find somewhere quiet to sit and listen in on the festivities from a safe distance.  

It seemed like his brother was playing a game of sorts, and when he heard the baying voice of the coydog that was tending the game he was suddenly wide awake and ready to play. All interest in finding his sibling and getting out of here was lost, because it was time for fun! Scampering through the throngs of legs and dangling tails, the blind youngster shoved his way to the front and burst through the open gate at the first opportunity. No one tossed him aside or cuffed him upside the head for cutting in line, so obviously it was fine. He could hear the small waves of the pond lapping at the banks, and the subtle clunk, thunk of the wooden ducks bumping into one another on their course about the pond. He plodded closer until his front toes were submerged. Long, sensitive whiskers brushed the surface of the water and sent a thrill of cold up the length of the coarse hairs. As one of the wooden ducks bumped the side of his muzzle, he was quick to twist his head and grab a hold of it before it could float away. His grip was awkward and tenuous at best, so he quickly backpedaled and dragged the toy from the water by its neck.

He dropped it after he for a few good steps away from the water, thin tail wagging with furious delight. The boy's entire back end was wriggling with excitement as he waited for the coydog to tell him what he'd won. "I got 'im!" he announced with a huge grin, oversized forepaws dancing with anticipation.  

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