Greatwater Lake but in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself

It was rare that Amber left the borders of Silver Creek, but the afternoon before had decidied it was time for her to travel. Not far or so she told herself, passing not just the mountain, but skirting a Fen pack and another patch of woods on her way. The borders of Dark Brotherhood were kept a good distance from, but the lake in the distance was more than tempting. Perhaps a swim was in order?
As the queenly shadow pranced on forward, she was greeted by the sight of another ebony figure, this one patched with grays and whites, rooting through some grass. Amber let out a friendly chuff of greeting, approaching with head high, but tipped, and feathery tail waving playfully behind her.