The second prompt today is from Sunday Scribblings and it is ‘Solace’.
“Waiting for the sound”
it was why Solace went out on cold winter days, when frost snapped off the brittle dead blades and ice frilled the hard mud shore
before the light stirred the steam of cattails drooping, when open water filled with rafts of dabblers and hand carved decoys bobbing
it was why Solace sat motionless with muzzle pointed, when the smell of cordite lingered and powerful strokes seized in gentle jaws