Heron Lake Plateau two black eyes from loving too hard

They hobbled their way toward the lake, Ceara leaning heavily into her, and Raven was rock-solid in her support of the weak she-wolf. Within a few moments, the panting Ceara collapsed into the cool shallows and was soon resting with her head on the bank, rippling water lapping at her russet sides. "I don' deserve you," her friend mumbled, and Raven looked at her and shook her head. "Yes you do," she answered softly, repeatedly dunking and lifting a water-soaked paw to stroke Ceara's head and ears, dampening the fur to cool her down. "Drink," she added, her voice still suffused with concern.