Duck Lake what it is, is not exactly clear

the reeds did betray her presence, as did her scent, floating over the breeze. he'd come here, too, for some solace—and he could still have it if he walked on by, ignored her. he could. and part of him wanted to, desperately.

but, damn him, he approached, chuffing as he slipped through the reeds headed toward her. adi lifted his head above the swaying plants, a faint smile curving his muzzle. kaisi ho, dawn? he asked softly, once she was accustomed to his being here.

would she ever be accustomed to his being here? apart from their tryst in the mountains (and that had been fueled by lust) they had an uneasy peace between them. a peace, sure. . .but quite uneasy.