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The multicolored lass made her way towards leisure lake in a manner that she was used to, sprinting through the forest. Her amber eyes had an energetic sparkle to them as her pillars made their way across the forest. As Timber broke through the treeline, she had to sigh in sweet relief. The sun was beating down on the sparkling sand, the smell of the fresh water made her lick her cranium. This time, she padded slowly and carefully over the hot beach towards the lake, her throat and maw feeling dry from the look of such blue water. She did not mind the fur on her paws getting wet as she was hot from the long run anyways. Carefully leaning her head down, Timber started to lap up the water. It had been about a day since she'd drank, and it was just a dirty mud puddle. The vixen had been to the lake far too many times to count. She looked up, amber eyes squinting, just starting off into the distance. Timber was a teen now, but that did not mean the memory of her family ever strayed from her mind. She wouldn't say she was cast out of her pack but even a newborn runt could figure out there her presence was scorned. The pack she was born into lived for prosperity by being mature, sophisticated, and calm yet Timber watched a pack member be ripped to shreds by them because he ate a rabbit he caught without sharing. Her body was heating up even more under the sun, even though she had short fur. The brown lass jogged as much as you could in leg deep water and dove into the deeper part.

She twisted and turned underwater, doing somersaults and flips as she blew bubbles out of her nares. Whenever the air seeped from her lungs she would paddle back up to the surface and breath in again. It reminded her of home, of the wolves who did accept her into the pack. After a while, her limbs grew tired and she swam back to shore before she could sink down to the bottom and never be seen again. As she sloshed to the shore, Timber watched all the shores of the lake were the occasional wolves were, pups splashing around just as she was. The teen was compared to a pup... she shook her head, but a fish jumped up next to her and she immediately turned her head and snapped down her jaws, getting the tail. It was about to tear but she took her front paws and gripped it, and before it could wiggle away she bit into it's body. The fish tasted good, even new to her since she'd been feeding on rabbits and squirrels the past few days. Her pillars finally reached the sand, and she shook violently to expel all the excess water from her pelt, keeping the grip of the fish snug in her canines intact. Over the beach some ways the grass was in replace of the sand, and she padded over to the strip to feast on her catch. The soft crunch of sand beneath her pads grew silent as she reached the grass, laying down. Timber started to eat the delicious fish and couldn't care less if another wolf came along. The vixen was as happy as she could possibly be.