Heron Lake Plateau when the night is done, you’ll vanish in the sun

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As was usual for her when she had a break from the puppies, Raven had gone to the lake. Cool, dark water rhythmically parted and closed over her back and shoulders as she floated, her toes barely touching the muddy bottom. She lost herself for a time in the serene peace of birdsong and the soft susurrus of the breeze as it tickled the foliage along the bank. The sun's heat, diminished as it was by the water's cool relief, actually felt good. After the chaos of spending the morning and much of the afternoon with four very riled-up puppies, this tranquil quietude was a balm for her soul that she hadn't even realized she had needed so badly until now.

After a while, she paddled to the shallows and emerged onto the bank, vigorously shaking out her saturated black fur. With a sigh of satisfaction, she found a soft, grassy spot nearby and lay down to dry out and -- if she was lucky -- catch a nap. It was then that she noticed a streak of fire coming in her direction, and she recognized the face immediately. "Ceara?" she asked her friend, who was clearly distressed about something. She pulled herself back to her feet as a note of worry crept into her voice, "What's wrong?"