Lake Rodney Chipster

Butterfly wasn't one to totally switch off his senses, especially as he was alone and didn't have his sister to conveniently point things out to him. But he was tired, and tiredness made him clumsy. Clumsy enough to get totally spooked as a voice rang out across the lake.

In a momentary lapse of judgement, he felt his paws lose their footing on the algae-slick slope of the lake floor. It was a slippery slope; once one paw was gone, the next followed, and the next until he went under with a surprised "OH-". If he hadn't been swimming before, he definitely was now. As he surfaced with a cough and splutter, he tried to orientate himself in the direction of the voice, his gaze settling on a pale wolf on the bank.

"Um, a little help here?" speaking as clearly as he could, he remained treading water as his paws searched for a foot hold. If Ceridwen was expecting a merwolf, she would be sorely disappointed