Duck Lake Young men's love doth lie ne'er in their hearts; only in their eyes

Set after the Veran thread!

Marina came to a lake when she finally stopped running. She was reasonably certain the dark-masked man would not follow her here. So finally she allowed herself to calm and catch her breath, strolling along the lakeside as her breathing slowed to normalcy. She thought of spring.

It would be here in full force soon. Maybe she would join a pack? Hmm. No, maybe not, Marina decided, glancing out across the lake. She wasn't quite done traveling. Or, perhaps more accurately, she wasn't quite ready to put down roots. Not when she wasn't even certain what sort of soil she might thrive in.