Serpent Lake Who fell down the well?

Her mouth was drier than the driest land she could think of, which was only the plains grassland but those got dry enough to spontaneously combust. So, she figured that was as dry as it gets. Emery could see the sunlight glimmer off the smooth surface of the water some distance away. She shifted her gait into a trot with long strides, eager to finally tame the fire burning in the back of her throat. It had been a few hours since she last drank, and that was only a small muddy puddle that had her chewing dirt for a while. Em knew to be cautious when approaching these lakes, as she had previously learned, packs liked to claim adjacent water sources to their territory.

As she approached, her strides slowed into a brisk walk. A subtle buzz under her skin bristled her fur, sending a wild shiver down her spine. Emery hid amongst some tall grass, crouching low enough to be concealed. She surveyed the waters edge for activity, scenting the air for anyone or anything that had recently passed. From what she could tell, not a soul was around. Her fur slicked back just enough the wind wasn't as able to reach her undercoat. it was now or never.

Emery emerged from the grass and made her approach, still keeping a keen eye for movement. When she finally reached the shore, there was nothing stopping her from shoving her whole muzzle into the lake and biting the water. Gulping down the huge mouthful she caught in her maw. Suddenly something sharp pinched her nose. Emery reared her head up and saw something red sticking out just past her nose. She thrashed her head side to side until she saw the red fly and land in the dirt. Em stared at the mysterious thing before approaching it, quickly realizing it was a crawfish. A crawfish that looked snack shaped. The woman spared no second thought before beginning to tear into it.