Big Salmon Lake Until sunrise

Keyni had been peacefully lounging under the shelter of a tree, jade eyes cracked open and fixed on the picturesque view of the lake before her. Her moment of un-interrupted bliss was not meant to last. Shattered was the relative silence when a mighty splash of a body hitting the water reached her ears. Picking her head up firmly from its resting position atop her paws.

She blinked once, twice. No one just dove in icy waters such as these at this time of year without a very good reason. Rising, the tundra mix headed down to the banks, led by the trail of flattened grasses in the wake of the panicked she wolf. And sure enough, there she was. A black, wet figure desperately gasping for breath, submerged in the chilled waters. Concern lacing her features, Keyni strained to reach down, to gently clasp onto the loose fur of the others nape, in aiding her to dryer ground.