Alpine Lake circles

Her eyes trailed the waters—mind drifting from every aspect of her life rather than focusing on what lay in front of her—the beautiful scenery, or the newest presence that now lingered at the lake. When she blinked, her gaze shot up, falling to the still waters and the dark figure that savored them from the safety of the banks.

Once more, the thought of simply fading into the foliage remained foremost at her mind—and yet, how was she to survive, the nervous little mouse that she was if she ran at every opportunity? Scavenge she could, but her heart and mind so desperately longed for a friend and companionship.

So she trailed forward, svelte form appearing as diminutive and unopposing as possible as she sought to make her presence known.