Greatwater Lake as if i myself had no voice

it was not the fragrance of the young birds that lifted merrick's head from the water, nor the earthy heaviness upon the wind; it was her, and the boy glanced over his shoulder to see the wraith that had stalked to some distance. placidly he regarded her, seeing no threat in her mien; after all, she had fed him and left him alone while he slept.
and it was good not to be alone, merrick decided, though it was unlikely she would be about forever. everyone leaves, the young coywolf told himself, padding toward her at an affable pace.