Duck Lake precious and fragile things

The obsidian woman trotted through the land, blades of grass already being coated with the white frost that bit the tips of the green blades. Her ears were erect as she could hear a pool of water close by. Her stride quickened to a trot as her tail swayed gently from side to side, an emerald gaze only focused on one thing: water. It had been some time since the woman had gotten a drink from the cool pools of H2O, and with a smile she walked down the hill and began to lap at the water, the cold liquid running down her gullet that quenched her thirst.

But, she was not the only one near the water. Her emerald optics shifted to see handsome white wolf, her heart skipping a beat when she saw him. He smelled of the pack that she was joining, for she was to be the healer there as far as she knew unless the alpha said otherwise. Her ears swiveled to the side.

"Hello, Sir," she would speak kindly in a calm and collected tone, eyes focused on his own as she placed her haunches upon the grass, an imprint of her bodice in the grass as the blades moved away when she sat down. Her ebony tail wrapped around her side as she smiled kindly to the brute.