Greatwater Lake For bruises, asses and handclaps

When Hedda had had her fill, she simply lied there, breathing heavily and immersing her muzzle in the water now and then, blowing bubbles and feeling the uncomfortable pressure against her airways. They said that drowning was an easy death and briefly she wondered, if she could just leave her last task unfinished and just go. She was tired after all. Very tired... she closed her eyes.

The face of her master attacking her, made her inhale with a start and get to her feet. She spluttered the water and coughed for a while and then turned to get out. She stopped though, because there was someone standing already. Hedda bared her teeth and growled at it, asking it to get out of the way.