Greatwater Lake do you love her?

Soon noise disturbed her pesce- a heavy panting. The galloping noise of a run as paws collided with snow and earth. Star whips her head upward, eyes soon finding the dark blur who raced the wind. Squinting dark eyes, he seems more familiar as he comes closer and closer- was it who she thought it was? 

Howl? She called out as the blur whizzed closer, and she stepped near his path, though made sure to steer clear of his track. Wouldn't want him crashing into her; he seemed awfully focused on the task at hand and she wasn't sure if he'd even stop in time or stop at all. And maybe her old lady eyes were getting to her. She couldn't tell for sure if it was him when he moved at such a speed.