Duck Lake The sound won't carry

any + all welcome!

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At the lake there were no others around. Tauris, mid-shed in her tangled spring coat, ambles down to the shore, her paws making light tread she thought none would hear. She dallies along the place where the tranquil wade laps at river stones. One dark paw tests the coolness. She poises, sinking into her legs, then plunges out into the deep green wake. 

Quickly, the lake heals itself, smoothing over the wound left by her dive, ripples subsiding outwards to the shore. Tauris shivers, skirls against the chill, then lets her body and thick threads of gray undercoat scatter in residual quake.

An exhale, then all is still.