Big Salmon Lake chromosomes

She avoided the Caldera - Peregrine did not seem like he would take too kindly to a repeat visit, and Behati was smart enough to know that she couldn't take him. She would explore the other side of Lake Rodney, but not today.

Today, it rained. The wide banks of the depleted lake were slick and soft, swallowing Behati's paws as she trekked its northern rim. Unbeknownst to the visitor, a tornado had recently drained the water water and showered the surrounding area with fish. There was still evidence of the event, but nature had done much to repair the damage - frequent autumnal showers would see to it that the lake was replenished within the year.

But before Behati could see enough of the lake to guess at its story, the mud sized one of her paws. Then the other. Panic seized the young wolf, but the more she pulled at her trapped rear legs, the further they sank into the muck. Shit. Shit shit shit. Instinct told her to stop moving, but left no instruction beyond that. Quivering, and suddenly aware of the cold, Behati lowered herself onto her belly and looked further up the bank for any signs of life. She wasn't getting out of here without help.

AW! Maybe someone from Moonspear? :)