Lake Rodney vinitor

There was that praise again, Crowfeather felt his cheeks grow warm and his chest thrum with an indescribable feeling. Even the dark wolf's whiskers twitched with the hint of a smile. 

A semi-circle was asked next. Crowfeather bobbed as instructed. There was a great swelling pressure having Germanicus see him in that way, like a foal trying to race. 

The water felt heavy, however. His body was getting tired.