Big Salmon Lake A kindling of a swordless bloodshed

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She wanders from the meadow, a curiosity of her new lands fueling her light-footed step. Her tail is high and prideful, her ears perked and nose ever-twitching as she takes in the surrounding scents.

There is a lake ahead, Damsel bounding until she reaches it. It has begun to freeze, but it is not yet solid enough to walk on - it's too bad, she had always enjoyed the slippery surface within the safety of her previous home's pond.

For now she lays to her side with an abrupt 'flop'. The snow is cool against her fur, and she takes in the pleasant sensation with a smile. She knows that later she will regret it, that she will come home to @Barley with damp fur and frozen ends. He'll just have to deal.