Greatwater Lake Save the last dance for me

Kirigina saw her - a she-wolf with fur as golden as a duck's egg yolk. Beautiful, really. Nothing like the puff of dull fur she was. She didn't know whether or not to say hello, but kept watch out of her left eye.

Her legs paddled frantically under the surface, and she was starting to tire. Kirigina swam slowly back to the water's edge, a little away from the stranger. Still watching carefully from her dark eyes. A little water splashed into her mouth as she panted, and it tasted vile. But she reached the bank, and pulled herself out onto dry land. She shook the water off of her out of habit, but was happy to have been soaked with the breeze tickling her fur, cooling her. Winter was here, but it was still warmer than home. And maybe she'd grow to like it that way.