Duck Lake batrachophobia

Skirting the meadow had been a great idea; even as he kept the trees of the glade to his right, the pollen still found ways to ruin his day. Besides the constant sneezing, the feeling that his pelt was filled with itchy, crawly, ants was by far the most miserable symptom.

The lakewater offered some relief. Lapping at the cool liquid brought some comfort to his throat, but it wasn't until he inched deeper and deeper - until he was fully submerged, that the wolf finally felt complete relaxation. Sighing deeply, he ducked his head beneath the surface, his breath emerging in bubbles that rose and glistened in the spring sun. When he rose, water flowed in rivulets down his stormcloud pelt - along with a tiny frog that had hitched a ride.

Giving the curious amphibian a befuddled expression, he quickly snapped it up in one bite before parting his jaws in a satisfied yawn.

maybe a @Ancelin ?