Big Salmon Lake that never goes out

And it seemed she had the privilege of music along with her bath, too. The soft sound of a lass singing to the birds caught the peach's attention. She released one last sigh before she dipped the entirety of her body under the water.

Then, Georgia pushed herself back up, padding back towards the bed of the lake. Her skin was freezing as the air met her figure. Water dripped from her pelt, making her lashes stick together and her coat hang downwards, clinging to her bones as if she were statuesque. Lemony eyes settled upon the girl of a similar hue, and the woman smiled.

Hey there, darl', Georgia's accent flowed from her vocal cords, southern and beautiful. Ya out here lookin' for a bath, too? A light chuckle left her lips as she let the sun overhead warm her, though she shook out her head and her neck with a pristine grace. A mask she would not let slip.

She'd trot towards a grassier section of the terrain, sitting back on her rump, eyes still remaining on the girl. Her gaze was softened by her grin. Tail, shades of mauve, peach, cream, flicking besides her folded legs.