Duck Lake May Starclan light your path.

bored with the meadow, annoyed by the reeking glade of foxes, and restless, merrick left ursus that day and trotted for the body of water lying in the distance. the ground was soft, the air filled with gentle rain. but he had become accustomed to it, and so only narrowed his eyes and continued on.
when the soggy earth gave way to mud, then to the disintegrating banks of the once-placid lake, the boy blinked. he shook water from his muzzle, gave the bursting edge a wide berth, and found himself distracted by the immaculate paleness of a figure a short distance away. for a second, merrick thought it might be ico, but another searching moment disappointed him with the discovery of a shadowed mantle upon this one's shoulders. 
he said nothing, called nothing, only descended the slight hill and began to approach with a confident, rolling step.