Greatwater Lake Save the last dance for me

Well here she was. Her thick fur so out of place in these lands.
To the east she could spy the mountains, where the air was likely cooler and more welcoming. Here was cold, yes, but still she felt heavy with heat. Kirigina panted lightly, the only way she could relieve the warmth in her hot water bottle of a body.

Why did she come here? To this place?

Simple. She had to. She had to keep moving, place to place. Never settled staying in the Tundra, always discontent with the cold of her home. She needed to keep going. Keep learning. Keep on swimming, swimming, swimming...

She'd like to swim about now. And so she approached the river bank, sniffing at the water's edge. Freshwater.
Unusual for her. It smelt less inviting, more stale. But she waded on in anyway. The wet clung to her body and she liked it, though plant matter tangled around her paws, something she wasn't used to. Ah, what she'd give for an icicle in her tongue about now.