Redhawk Caldera wind in the willows

Trade thread! Could be for Chronicler, if anyone wants to tell her stories, or it could be for Healer, if someone wants help... bathing...? Or something else!

Another evening arrived, the second since her introduction to the caldera. Tonight, Dove was lingering by the central lake and preening herself carefully via glassy reflection. It wasn't the same area where she had spoken to Peregrine, being a more accessible dip in the foliage, but it was nearby. Dove had found a segment of exposed shale which protruded neatly towards the lake's depths, and it was here where she reclined herself, the toes of her forelimbs and the dingy tip of her tail carefully dipped in the water. Winter may have been ebbing in to Spring a bit early - that, or she was far more at ease with the chill the water presented, for she did not withdraw her toes or stop staring at herself — at least, not until a sound broke the stillness from behind her, and she was spooked enough to withdraw; tucking her legs close, while her fur filled with nervous static.