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Sorana watched the water lapping at the shoreline with an intent stare.

Despite coming here every day to look across the water and call out to her packmates, she had yet to set her foot in the water. This morning, she woke up resolved. As resolved as any 6-and-a-half week old puppy could be. She was here on this island and she had mama and daddy, and she loved them so, but other visitors came only when they wanted to. Sora could not summon them to herself, nor could she go to them, and lately things were feeling weird at home. She didn't know if it was bad or not, but thought it would be nice to visit Jay when things felt weird.

She strode for the lake's edge boldly at first, but faltered when she drew close enough to see the specks of dirt and debris undulating on the surface. She licked her lips nervously. Sora had the privilege of watching mama swim all the time, and of course, Reyes came to and from the island multiple times a day. How hard could it be?

She inched forward and stretched her toes toward the water, only to giggle and snatch her paw away when it seemed to swell up to kiss them, like a dashing prince kissing her fingers.