Greatwater Lake vaal hazak

zharille had learned to be wary of ice from ensio, and had very little experience with water overall. she could smell all kinds of things in the reeds and the water but she could not suss out how to catch them; the fish too, were so different from what she was used to. when something splashed farther from her, her head raised and ears pivoted to show her focus.

a focus that transitioned to frustration, which crept down her withers as a shake, as she moved along the lake's edge. her heavy steps sank in to the softer, soggier soil every so often - and one placement had her wet up to her wrist, which she ignored as best she could. the closer she got, the more obvious it became zharille was nervous of the water.

she lifted one paw then another, flicking them independently to try and remove the bracingly cold water. she huffed and swung her head down again, as a truffle pig might, and feigned stronger interest in the grass.

for once she felt inadequate.