Big Salmon Lake take me to the water

Most of the lakeside plants were reedy things, and some still held a chill as if winter was still close-by. There was a thin layer of ice on certain segments of the lake, primarily where the soil of the bank met the thickly growing stalks. Dove cautiously poked at the surface of the ice with her paw, and when it cracked without much difficulty, she knew to avoid those areas. She stepped away from the bank and began to investigate the foliage about a wolf-length away, partially for her own safety, when she came upon a dark figure with their head down. For a moment she thought it might have been Peregrine - but that made no sense. He had brand new kids to care for, and wouldn't really be keeping an eye on her - right?

When the stranger raised their head and noticed her staring, Dove turned her gaze away - feeling a bit embarrassed for being caught so easily. This would become a more common occurrence now that spring had arrived; she could not hide among the snow drifts. The stranger approached with a confidence indicative of a high position, which made Dove slightly nervous. Following her greeting, the pale girl parroted, "Hello." After a moment, Dove added, "Out for a stroll?"