Duck Lake can't remember when it started

The girl missed the change in the male's expression, but offered a smile at his remark, unsure of what to say. She latched onto his next words with interest, glad he was able to help. "I never thought of using bait before."  she said thoughtfully, thinking already of the rotten trout. "I'll be back"  she said quickly, darting back the way she came and gingerly grasping the rotten trout. Ignoring the thick scent, she trotted back towards the male, who had quite a few inches on her. 

Dropping the fish before him, unsure of where best to place it, she asked curiously,  "Are you from around here?"  He could hardly live in the lake, and his scent had been mostly eradicated by the lake water. She wondered if he were another loner, or lived in the vicinity. She only knew of Easthollow, here, but hadn't travelled this way in a little while.