Big Salmon Lake with a pocket of high

she pulled herself from the lake, water streaming from her fur and her paws quickly becoming muddied. gaze roved the shore, unfamiliar as it was, it offered no immediate threat. A stiff shake had water flying in every direction, but left her relatively drier. Salmon tongue leapt sideways to catch a stray drop of moisture on her muzzle, and she was still for only a single moment before setting into motion, trotting gamely along the shore, gaze fixed on the banks and water in search of any waterfowl that might offer themselves up as her next meal.