Lake Rodney vinitor

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The lapping water made him fearful. That alone had been enough to draw the dark fur along his neck to rise. Crowfeather's expression was stiff, but his eyes were wide. 

I'm not very good at it, the dark wolf answered after a beat. 

If Germanicus believed that it was vital he be efficient in the art of swimming, Crowfeather knew he would try. He had grown accustomed to the silver wolf's steady nature and sturdy presence. 

Sniffing at the water, the dark wolf stepped in until it reached his belly and lapped coldly there.