Arrow Lake you're my latest, my greatest inspiration

It was the intoxicating smell of mother's milk that first caught Dulce's attention. She turned and lowered herself in submissive greeting, having already taken a few steps even further from the border. She observed the pure coat of her guide, taking in the billowy lengths of her fur and graceful gait. I don't mean to intrude, Dulce breathed, eyes low but watching.

There was a moment of silence allowed between the two of them, giving the finnicky fish of the lake a chance to voice their complaints. Passing by. Dulce wondered if she might be afforded the same hospitality as she was at the borders of the Hollow, but she knew better than to assume.