Greatwater Lake infrared [✧]

stepping out from blackfeather's borders feels like a breath of fresh air. this lasts for about five minutes until she starts to feel guilty, each and every time, and she ultimately returns to the wood within a half hour. it shouldn't feel this way, she attempts to reason with herself, not when the others are so happy beneath the shadowy canopy. and she is, to an extent - the mire is great for finding frogs, the rodents and crows perfect for hunting practise, and the wood full of mysteries to uncover. 

but there's something spectacular about the wide open, the sun glinting off the great lake that seems to go on forever, the lilting songbirds that don't seem to occupy the canopy at blackfeather. and so she allows herself this chance to slip away, and twilight finds her at the lake's edge, hunting for frogs in the dimming light.