Re: [Lake: "Sparrow" & Luke]
She didn't startle or flinch, the girl—woman, girl, whatever. There was no fear, at least not that was visible, and Finch seemed calm, like he didn't sense any either. He was sensitive to things like that, his dog. Picked up on stuff easy. He stopped and sat suddenly, without being told, and Luke paused just behind him, reaching out absently to scratch behind his ears.
He thought she was too close to the water. It was hard not to say as much.
"People tell me all kinds of things every day. Doesn't mean I believe them, or they're right." Luke decided he liked her voice. He didn't know why, but he did. Finch must have, too, because his tail wagged ever so slightly, a swish-swish in the darkness. "He's nice if you're nice to him." Simple enough. "He can be scary, though." Pause, pause. He winced inwardly. "You're too close to the water." Damn it all to hell.