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

She could not smell her company, but she could hear it. 
As she turns her head, she can see the silhouette. A raven, slim and taut, unaware of Zaahira's presence. She had seen her briefly before, but never had they spoken. 
She wades closer, pushing herself up into a paddle momentarily before she could touch the rocky bottom of the lake once more. She greets the figure with a croon, curious ears swiveled forward and body raised in a confident, but friendly posture. She would not challenge her without due reason, not here. Besides, she was still new. Whether or not the raven would be a threat at all was still unknown.