Heron Lake Plateau variation under nature

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Eventually, he finds his way out of the forest. He hadn’t been successful in finding anything to eat for days and when he comes across a river, the only distinction to separate the woods to the open plane, he follows along the bank. He’d never been much of a fisher and the few attempts he tries, he ends up a soaking mess and even hungrier than when he began. A frown paints itself across his muzzle and an irritated flick of his tail as he stares down at the rushing water by his toes.

Bowie ultimately finds himself on the other side once it narrows, and following the branch up a slight incline until he comes upon a lake. His normally thin frame, sunken in eyes, reflect back at him in the bright light of the day. Yellow eyes narrow as he looks back upon himself and a glimmer beneath that catches his attention. Stomach roils in upset, threatening him to dive in and take the kill. 

He plants his feet and dives his head forward into the water and there’s a fleeting moment that worries about how ridiculous and clueless he looks.