Alpine Lake I'm feeling far away, I'm feeling right there.

And again, there was that pull towards Alpine Lake, where not once but twice now she'd met such interesting strangers.  With her duties at home tended to (borders patrolled, weeds pulled from the garden, et cetera) she'd struck out from the Plateau to enjoy the treacherous bowl.

And it was there again that she'd find someone else as she traced the edge of a lake.  Ceara also bent to drink while she casually regarded the other, and after she'd finished she swiped a paw over her mouth to clear the water and chuffed.