Greatwater Lake chamaco

With the lengthening of days Hollis felt more comfortable wandering. She was safer giving in to her wanderlust despite the frigid air. Patches of ice clung to the shores of the lake, but there was plenty of room to get a drink; she lowered herself to the water's edge and quenched her thirst. A flurry of movement gave her pause, her ears turning toward the noise. She rose to her feet, swiping her snout with her tongue to catch the water droplets  lingering there, before turning away from the water.

A grey female, with a shock of blue eyes, chased some small creature not far from where Hollis stood. The dark-furred woman watched her in amusement, but made no effort to announce her presence just yet.