Greatwater Lake The Ladybugs Are Flying

end here?

With a strengthening breath, her large eyes return to his. They are warm brown, like earth after a rain, and they remind her of her father's eyes. He has agreed to stay with her. Relief floods through her veins, because, as long as they stay alive, neither will be alone any longer. Spencer is a weak creature, aware that death is at her doorstep if she does not find a pack, or at least a companion. The gods have given her both this afternoon. It is strange to think that had she decided against peering through the reeds at this rust-hued man, her luck would have continued to plummet. 

She gets to her feet. I will show you the way. She has spent the last few days resting by the lake, and she is ready to travel again. It won't take us long to reach the borders. Without another word, the ghost turns tail and lopes into the forest, already feeling her that her burden of dread has grown much lighter, easier to bear.