Greatwater Lake on the verge of the rest of my life

She would give birth within the next week or two, though Quip didn't let her pregnancy slow her down any. She left the woods behind today, scaling the bluffs due west and dropping into the plains below. She trotted until she reached the familiar stream, then turned north. By the time she reached the lake, her tongue lolled comically from her mouth. Quip paused, taking a deep breath, and scanned the shore for any signs of predators before she dared take a drink.

Her hackles prickled when she spotted a wolf across the lake. She supposed he didn't pose a threat from all the way over there, though Quip still hesitated. Perhaps it would be wisest to turn tail and flee back toward the cover of the mountains. Considering how she was heavy with kits, she might need the head start. She began to trot east only to slow and stop again, squinting over at the wolf. Maybe she should wait until he made a move before she decided which direction to go.