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@Finley !

Usually whenever someone gets dirty, it is a good moment to stop, evaluate yourself, and get your ass in the bath. But wolves don't have baths - they just have to deal with all the garbage that nature throws at them. Unless you're Dove - in which case, the lake becomes your best friend. She was still soiled from her tumble earlier in the day, after all, and a good washing was in order. It didn't take her long to reach the lake's edge once more (but she'd made a bee-line for it), and she sank in to the brisk water as soon as she arrived.

Swimming was not her strong suit, which was kind of ironic. Her creamy figure sank in to the deepening water, and then she shoved off with a slow-mo leap from the bottom; a few paddles later, Dove was returning to shore. This was only a matter of minutes, but it was enough to get her nice and soggy, as well as leave a trail of water along the stony ridge along the edge. Dove quickly found her basking rock and slumped down upon it.

She took some time to psyche herself up for the yoga she was about to perform, and after a bit of wiggling, set herself up so that she could reach her own rear end. By using her teeth she could comb through the wet and matted fur - but she had to do this in spurts, working away at the fur and then pulling back to relax, rinse and repeat, until the snow-white of her fur returned.