Lake Rodney I was dead when I woke up this morning

she's slipped out of the territory for the first time since they'd more or less taken her in, driven by one too many nightmares. the river had widened the further along it she'd travelled, until quite suddenly she stood at the banks of an unfamiliar lake. there was one next to blackfeather, she was sure, but this one had to be different. she saw nothing remotely familiar here, and conceded that there'd be no finding any trace of her sister today. 

there is something distinctly odd about this lake, though. as she pauses in her step, she peers again at lake, more critically. for lack of a better word, it appears swollen, bloated, vegetation grows right at the water's edge. something about that strikes her as odd. having no prior experience with floods, she instead pokes around at the edges of the lake, attempting to locate the source of the unease that trickles down her spine.