Greatwater Lake and like weeds do he only came and grew back again

He needed to hear his name twice before he realized anyone was there. Still, he doesn't recognize the familiar face, even when he stared straight at him. He may as well be invisible.

He's here, he whispered frantically. His scent was all around them; in the snow, in his fur. He had to run, but he was too scared to move. Tears began to well up in his eye and trail down his cheeks. Please n-no. I wanna go, I wanna go.