Heron Lake Plateau this is how we do it

Most days, Raven could be found near the lake. It seemed to be a fairly central congregating spot for most of the pack, which made it easy for her packmates to find her if she was needed. Not only that, but it was a blessing on those days when the sun beat down on her back relentlessly and made her feel like a walking solar panel. Whatever forces were at work in the universe, they had a really sadistic sense of humor when they'd decided that wrapping a wolf entirely in black was a good idea.

Even now, Raven was relaxing in the lake, thoroughly enjoying the relief the cool water provided. The water was neck-deep where she stood, and occasional swells in its surface lifted her gently off her toes and she floated -- a ridiculously delightful feeling, in her opinion. When she happened to glance toward the shoreline again, she noticed the familiar silvery form of Clover approaching. Grinning, she made her way toward the bank, glad to see the girl. Having recently met with both Tegan and Fiadh, Raven had been wanting to catch up with Clover sometime soon.