Duck Lake Winter's lane.

this looked lonely!

Gannet had taken to wandering some. Not terribly far, as winter still had a good grip on the land, but enough to learn this part of the wilds with a fairly solid map. This was the lake where he'd met Lily, he remembered, as he approached its bank.

He still had a healthy fear of the ice and water, but sometimes one couldn't be picky. So he stepped to the edge and carefully broke through the thin ice that bordered it, then lowered his head to drink.

He'd passed to the edge completely oblivious to the fact that he was likely being watched; he didn't see the slight figure at the edge of the trees, a ways away. He was only intent on quenching his thirst, though after a moment of that, he lifted his head and stepped back. He didn't plan on delving for plants today. He didn't feel like taking a wade in the icy water right now.