Big Salmon Lake We can wash the dirt off our hands now

Slouched with a heavy gait, Paloma weaved between dense batches of conifers which protruded from the soil in haphazard angles. It seemed only weeks ago the air had once been racked with unbearable heat- the sun’s wrath bearing upon the land with unfaltering vengeance. Now however, a slight chill was entwined within the breezes, warning that the mild temperatures would soon veer to a harsher climate as they always had. Nonetheless the brunette was grateful for a return of winter despite the drastic measures that would have to be taken- at the very least it provided relief from the allergens that assaulted the rosette of her nares. 

Matted, coarse fibers bounced and bobbed with each step of a supple limb, cerulean hues flickering about the space with an unfaltering heedlessness. Weeks worth of endless travel had worn thin on Lee’s nerves. The added factor of a dried mouth didn’t contribute much to an improvement of mood, either. 

Within good time the reflective expanse of liquid becomes apparent through the fringes of the conifers, rolling waves churning softly against a gentle embankment. The brunette releases an obnoxious bellow upon her arrival, aching pads flexing against the dampened sediment. Once she ventured within close proximity of the lapping water, the vagabond cranes forwards to quench her thirst, salmon tongue relishing the chilling sensation which pooled down her maw.