maybe i'm quackers

Her stomach rumbled with hunger. A fierce noise that she couldn't ignore anymore. Paired with the pain of her insides twisting around, she knew she had to catch something soon. Moving south away from the desert, Calliope was surprised to find herself parting through the grass to come upon a lake. Five large ponds made up the lake with just wide enough paths for a wolf to walk around each one. What a curious shape and even better, there were ducks!

Gliding across the surface, minding their business, each duck seemed more tantalizingly delicious than the last. Hunkering down into the grass, Calliope watches them silently for a few minutes. They didn't appear to want to leave anytime soon. Waiting a few more minutes until they wade closer to her location, Calliope pounces on a decent sized duck. Feathers fly, wings flap in her face, louds quacking rings out across the area. Quickly, she grabs it by the neck and twists until it snaps. With the limp duck in her jaw, she moves to lay down back in the grass where she would be slightly concealed.

"Speech"