“Come on, keep up." Wes said without looking back.
He hears the fanatic pitter patter of webbed feet as they try to keep up with his steps, along with the hurried quacking. He doesn’t have to look to know Kacsa has his wings back and is standing tall as he hurried along.
I had to do a colored, more official pick, especially of the two of them walking. WHY IS THIS SO ADORABLE!?