Duck Lake what it is, is not exactly clear

"walking," she confirms, though that might just as easily turn to hunting should some prey make itself available. ducks had never really been her forte, however, and so she doubted it. 

she shifts her weight, her rear limbs having been slowly sinking into soft mud. "join me?" she asks, similarly wary of false fronts and this new, blooming feeling that begins to feel something like completeness. she wants to trust in it, though; wants to trust in the hope that that same happiness she felt at Elysium is achievable, and will come again.