Duck Lake what do you see

She stood still and watched him like a hawk. She didn't stop watching him even as she bent her head to drink; she maintained that stony visage as though she was made of marble. Yet the backwards sweep of her ears revealed his comment had some impact. Her answer even seemed soft and wistful, and for a moment it seemed like she might say more. But, as she listened to his warning, her eyes hardened and her icy guard returned. Goldry bristled and ground his teeth at her reply.

"Then don't go back," he said.

And in support of this warning, Goldry held his ground as she walked through the water toward the bank. He could not, would not, abide trespassing, especially now she'd been given due warning. Yet, as she emerged from the lake, he felt a second bolt of electricity shoot through him. Her saturated pelt clung to her tall, athletic body and exaggerated all her feminine curves. The evening sunlight washed over her, exposing yet more subtleties like her smoky brindled coat and a half-hidden scar on her left shoulder; he did a double take, then stepped back.

Maintaining a distance of over ten feet, Goldry planted his paws on the firm earth. Now he had the full measure of her, and armed with knowledge, he braced himself in case of confrontation. Instead, she shook herself off and asked him a simple, innocent question. It caught him off-guard. He thought it was… almost childish.

"Goldry, son of Valko. Who're you?"