Duck Lake I Won't Talk To You...Literally

Arvi watched as Semira began to swim to shore, and her keen gaze picked up the weariness in her movements. She followe behind the other wolf with smooth, practiced strokes until she to reached the muddy bank. Her paws sank into the peaty, moist ground and she picked her way from the waterfront, her sodden fur dripped, hugging her thin frame.

Pale eyes watched Semira shake out her fur, and the young wolf copied her. Droplets of liquid shimmered in the light as she trembled, dislodging the water from her coat. With a glance at her own fur, Arvi promptly sat down where she stood and began to clean her pelt free of the mud that had made a home in the thick fur surrounding her delicate paws.