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Raven sputtered a laugh as her sister returned fire, hitting her full in the face with a splash of her own. Rather than erupting into an all-out waterfight, though, the two of them succumbed to the relaxing pleasure of the cool water and simply swam for a time. Raven loved the water's gentle buoyancy, feeling it bob and rock her body around under the warm sunlight while her toes just barely grazed the soft mud at the bottom. Her mind always on work in some way or another, she wondered how this weightlessness would feel when she was older and her joints were achy and arthritic.

Towhee had swum out a little further, and while Raven knew her sister was a skilled swimmer, she still kept an eye on the youngster just for safety's sake. If anyone was going to drown, it wasn't going to be on her watch. She did a little swimming of her own as well, not quite going out as far as Towhee but still moving some distance before the two of them came back together again. Within moments it was clear Towhee was feeling some discomfort, and if there was any uncertainty, the younger wolf's small whimper swiftly dispelled it. Immediately rushing to her sister's side, Raven caught her eye and asked her, "What's wrong?" She'd noticed Towhee's flexing of her jaws -- was it a toothache? Did she have something lodged in her throat? In her teeth?