Lake Rodney Sugar in the creek

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Rather than turn and go back to the smaller lake the duo had passed to rid themselves of the following cat, Crowfeather had kept to the woods until the sun was high overhead. 

When he had emerged on the edge of the weald and shore of the lakeside, the dark wolf felt a rush of pride. He had found his way through to their original landmark. Germanicus should be pleased to know that he could guide them back to where Redhawk Caldera would be. From there, they need only to visit Brecheliant. 

Approaching the water, Crowfeather stopped to drink. His dark fur coat warmed immediately at the touch of the sunlight.