Blacktail Deer Plateau wannabee

Oh, yeah! Moonstone barked excitedly. Her ears immediately perked back up and her tail began to wag as she thought about the water wading group they'd had back home. Every morning, she would be allowed to help her mother guide the sick and the old to the creek where they would line up and step into the water, one paw at a time until their legs were submerged.

For the younger ones and those who needed less help with mobility, they would go out a bit further and practice paddling, though Moonstone had never gotten to help with that part. It wasn't that she minded; most of the old women had stories to tell that were far more interesting than kicking and splashing. 

She looked at Dawn with a hopeful glint in her eye, I can help, if you want. I used to help out with that sort of thing where I'm from. It's great exercise, too.