Arrow Lake Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error

How? Dragomir wondered, peering with concern at the undulating surface as it webbed away from him. How would he know how to cross it and how was she so sure he would? The chill was seeping up into his bones now and his body was acclimating, so his courage burned brighter. It was easier to take the next step, and easier still to take the next. Soon he was chest-deep in the lake, so near to Aurë, and his tail tentatively waved over the surface.

One more step... and suddenly the land sloped away and he lost his footing. With a spectacular splash, Dragomir lurched forward and his paws left the safety of the ground. Fear and panic clutched his throat tightly, causing him to splutter and flounder ineffectively. Mom! he shouted before his head sank under.

But, as Aurëwen had promised, Dragomir knew what to do. He couldn't have explained it if he tried, but his body moved of its own accord; his paws paddled, albeit clumsily, until his nose and eyes were above water once more. It was not the fluid, smooth swim of a wolf who was in their element, but the sloppy splashing of a child just learning. Despite staying afloat, which was the whole point, he was terrified.