Arrow Lake haunting equals attachment

The Grandmaster came to the lake on patrol, as was the usual anymore. She tried to split her time between the canyon and patrolling the surrounding areas, but on occasion, she'd be away far longer than she meant to be. 

Seeing the youth up ahead, Nyra tilted her head slightly and chuffed to announce herself to Worripa. 
In her eyes, he was only a kid.

Waiting for his potential response, she gazed to the graveyard of bones, of deaths recent and long past.