Greatwater Lake there are theives who rob us blind

it was quiet other than the backdrop of crickets.  her delicate paws made no sound as she traveled stealthily across the grasses, nighttime dew soaking her underside.  in the distance the sky reflected off the mirrorlike surface of a lake, still on top but teeming with life below the surface.

she stalked towards it on crouched limbs, and she scarcely noticed her own brother along the lip of the lake as she took a single paw and disturbed the placid surface.