Duck Lake Waiting on this for a while now

The golden woman was still, watching with interested eyes the lake before her. It was truly beautiful; deep, clear blue, however, filled with ducks. The cacophony was quite disturbing, the beauty somewhat tarnished by this. But as she sat, they quieted, seemingly becoming more at ease in her presence. To Maplewood, is where the other had told her he would meet her again. She had no notion of whether or not she could trust him, but she would go all the same. It would do to a start of exploring these lands, if nothing else, she decided. 

But for now, she would rest a while by this lake. It certainly was a well-suited place for resting, as the quaking aspens led shade and cover to the female, and prey ran abound. She settled onto her haunches, watching the lake in silence, thoughts only half on the view, rest elsewhere, schemeing, thinking.