Greatwater Lake A story to tell

It was unusual to find a source of water that was not frozen solid during the winter-time, therefore Wraen was pleasantly surprised to arrive to a big lake and see it's iron-gray waters shimmering in the dim sunlight, undefeated by the cold temperatures. The area was beautiful as well, the banks surrounded by tall trees and interspersed bushes of various sizes, and it was there, where she heard the first bird-songs of the season. Which despite the fact that weather spoke otherwise, informed that spring was not too far away. 

Wraen drew closer, stopping by the coast, having a drink first and then spent some time observing the mallards that were swimming around in the water, having their important duck talks and occasional loud "haw-haw-haw", which sounded like laughter about some great joke and made the hunter smile herself. She began walking along the coastline, tracking the footprints and trails left by other waterfowl that had sought a shelter here.