Having sought out a quiet place, Sirius wandered among the fruit trees of the orchard with her duckling held firmly in her mouth. She settled on a small clearing and after laying down, released her captive. With a frown she noted that he was getting a bit tame. That, or the constant jostling and improper care was getting to him. Who knew? She still wasn't sure what to do with him. He was too scrawny to be good eating, but she didn't feel like letting him go either.
Lifting a paw, the girl placed it on the duckling's head and watched with mild amusement as he ducked out from under it and indignantly fluffed his feathers at her. His little tail started to wag and she bopped him again before nudging him away. She wanted to see what he'd do. Would he try to flee or like her, was he resigned to his fate?
