Duck Lake dirty little secret

No. He spoke, his words flat and seemingly uncaring. She keeps her face from wrinkling up at it and watches only as the man comes nearer to slip past and into the waters. She turns as she lays on the lake bed, arcing her head to watch him clean off the mud, blood and grime. Now, that was better. 

Her eyes roam his thin, still growing form of a youth. Young, scrappy, blonde haired and blue eyed. She licks her maw as well. Business, here at this lake? She tilts her head ever slightly to match his own tilt, those bright blue eyes scanning the area before falling once more on the golden boy. Not at all. She rolls her shoulders, stretching out over the earth. I've only come to find a means of passing time. She had been drawn here, really, to these knew lands by the smell of spring and coming of new blood. But she simply couldnt reveal that. I imagine I'll pass by many places, for I've none to call my own. Unless he could help with that? Unless he had ways to help her pass the time?