Big Salmon Lake that never goes out

The woman was on the move once more. Heading northwest, following the breeze. She'd gone past the caldera, where there were scents of others, instead focusing on the woods in front of her. She had slept there for a night, before continuing on again, and now, she had stopped at a lake.

Georgia tentatively drew closer to the lake, drawing in the scents of the land. Fish scent was faint. There had been some here, a season ago, maybe, but with the warming of the leaves and the temperature drop, perhaps they migrated. The peach smiled to herself; maybe she'd been a salmon in her past life.

She dipped her head down, pink tongue moistening her lips and nose before she took a sip of the lake water. A thin layer of frost had begun to gather around the waters edge, and she knew that by the time winter fell, the entire body of water would likely freeze over. Maybe it'd be thick enough to walk on.

Craning her head back up, she looked at her own reflection for a moment. Then, with a quick breath, her paws dipped into the lake, drawing her inwards. It was cold in a prickly way, but she lowered herself within the water, taking deep breaths. Bathing.