Greatwater Lake but i'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado

open to anyone within the pack, but perhaps @Selena :D

Alone was the girl scorched in flames. Ankle-deep in the fresh water, now clouded with sand that billows out beneath her feet as she wades through it, submerging herself deeper within its great body. Should she be one with this pack, she should be one with its' lifeline, the great lake that answered her plea.

Her eyes are not facing her reflection, but up to the clouded sky, painted with thick silvers and a deep indigo towards the horizon. The air smelled of rain, and silently, she called for it with a parting of her lips and a flick of her tongue. The lake spoke of its thirst within the deep maroon clay that hugged its shore. It was beginning to dry.

Shoulder deep, she was now, pressing her chin to the very surface and raising her head again, liquid beading from her fur and returning to the pool from which it came. She doesn't drink from it, yet. She'd begun to create her own ritual when it came to taking from the waters. She would always give back to it with her gratitude. It brought her comfort; routine.

At peace with the quiet, Zaahira stops once her shoulders are fully underneath, small pebbles lodged between her toes. She wondered, momentarily, if she stayed long enough, perhaps the great lake may swallow her whole.