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The two plunged into the water like galloping horses, sending sprays of sparkling water every which way. Raven knew that Towhee was perfectly fine, but the maternal instincts in her nevertheless demanded that she first ensure Towhee's head came back above the surface before she dipped her own under. The cold water was an exhilarating shock on her dark, sun-baked body, and as she came back up to the surface, she felt invigorating shivers run the length of her spine. For a moment, she just floated and enjoyed the water, feeling tensions she hadn't even known she had easing away. She had a brief flash of insight that this might be a useful form of therapy for injured or aging members of their packs -- the lack of pressure and weight on her joints really felt quite wonderful.

Turning around, she spotted Towhee close by and playfully sent a fine sheet of water arcing her way.