Lake Rodney Beyond the archetype

The sun was at no remarkable point in the sky when the red-furred woman found the lake; somewhere between noon and early evening. Nor was the weather anything odd for this time of year; hot, humid, and rather uncomfortable for the girl. Her thick coat of burnt umber and red was one built for the winter, not the endless drudgery and heat of the summer. It was with great relief then when she found the lake, huge and cool and perfectly well suited for swimming. 

The girl approached at a lope, heading straight for a boulder set haphazardously on the shore. Her claws clattered dully against the sun-warmed surface, picking up speed as she went. Finally, when she reached the summit of the boulder, she launched herself toward the lake, enjoying a brief few seconds of flight before whooping madly and meeting the surface of the lake with a splash. Se was motionless as she sunk, fully enjoying the way the cold water quickly seeped through her fur and cooled her. When her feet hit bottom, she launched herself upward, breaking the surface of the lake with a splutter, wide grin on her face. 

@Sebastian