Heron Lake Plateau two black eyes from loving too hard

It took Ceara some time and a lot of effort, but she managed to get to her feet. Say what you want about Blackthorn women, but they were some strong, bad-ass bitches. "Yes, that's it," Raven coaxed softly as the unsteady Ceara rose, "There you go. Okay, come on. I've got you." Raven let her walk unassisted but stood close by her friend's side, there to keep her upright if she lost her balance. She remained a step behind Ceara's head, as well, her muzzle right beside the flame-red nape of her neck. If Ceara pitched over on her unguarded side, Raven could quickly grab her scruff and pull her back up before she hit the ground. Slowly, haltingly, they made their way toward the lake, whose black-sapphire surface was visible from where they walked.