Duck Lake Prelude I

A single word spoken into the gentle air was all he needed.

And Silently, he followed with hunched form, dark eyes stuck on the frame of stranger's slender back. It was then that he noticed the odd placement of pale fur- thick and bunched in corners and folds, yet thin and sparring in other places; a collage of patches. The boy wondered if she was from here—her coat a mix of winter and summer.  Or perhaps she was ill... It would explain the flat face.

Though he did not question, fearing she would not answer. After all, Her words had been little and he doubted the topic would come off as anything but uncomfortable and odd.