Duck Lake where are the birds

Without the ducks to get in the way or to cause a scene, Yanna decided to take the plunge. Had it still been winter, the icy water would have been deadly. Any wolf who went for a polar dip would succumb to hypothermia if they couldn't warm themselves up or dry off quickly. 

But it was springtime. The water was still frigid, but not lethal. It was just cold enough to send a shock through the muscles of ones body. Exactly what the budding warrior wanted. He needed that burn to feel alive, to test his body. Staring straight ahead yet not directly at the white female in front of him, the behemoth bravely plunged into the depths. Not with a grand splash, but with a calculated and powerful stride. The icy fingers of the water slid over his back and rolling powerful shoulders. The jolt from the cold went straight to his core. His lips tightened, a low growl of concentration (or was it indulgence?) that vibrated from his throat. With deliberate, powerful strokes, he swam to the opposite bank, but did not emerge. He wanted to stay in as long as possible, until his muscles were on the verge of locking up. "Extreme conditions only strengthen the body." Was all he said in his low, usual monotone voice. Yanna was no wimp. A little pain and ice bath wouldn't put him off.