Arrow Lake Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error

Yes, you can. Dragomir didn't feel like he could, though. The cold of the water seemed to seep up through his legs into the core of him, freezing his resolve. Much as he willed his legs to move, the perceived weight of them was insurmountable for the moment. Aurë's gentle coaxing helped to ease him some, but still his mouth felt dry. Still his breath hitched in his throat. It was as if he hadn't willingly stepped into the water at all, but been drawn by a frightful force and now was enthralled there.

But dutiful as ever, his mother was a good distraction. Her question served to draw his mind away from darker things—the chill engulfing his legs, the way the waterlogged silt tilted under his paws, the shadow of depth further out in the lake—and reminded him of something simpler. Uh, he said, licking his lips with a tongue that felt like sandpaper, Was gonna go save the princess from the beast. But didn't know how to cross.

As he said this, he drew forth what courage he could muster and slowly slid one foreleg forward through the water.