Arrow Lake falling down a rabbit hole

She traipsed along the length of the lake, her bright eyes gleaming as they cast upon the smooth surface. A winter playground, though her calculating eyes noted the darker spots closer to the center -- an indication that indeed, the lake was not completely rigid with a frozen surface. The afternoon sun played upon her golden pelt -- a mixture of a confectioner's dream as brown sugar melted to honey and then to a rich cream --like the majority of her species this time of year, the Creek regal stood out against the stark white of the snow. Standing out had never shaken the lissome femme, however, and so she roamed the terrain as if he owned it, her posture proud.

Her movement was languid as she strolled the shorelines, the thrum of a growl erupting from her muzzle as one paw placed itself delicately upon the ice, testing her weight. No tell tale crackle of its denial came to her, and so she slid further out, a grin unfurling upon her slender muzzle. Her eyes would then skim the icy surface, and as she manoeuvred across the glassy surface, a small hole in the ice would prove to serve her purpose well. Perhaps, she would find the delicacy of fish within -- something she hadn't savored in some time.