It was not an uncommon thing to find the onyx and ivory shewolf in these parts. The Ruieze lake was one of Tauriel's favored locations to spend time. One of her many caches spread across Moladion was located on the island at its center. Today, however, she was less concerned with the island and the small trove of treasures hidden under a rock cairn within the nook of a tree. Instead, she had come to find relief from the hot summer sun beating down upon the fields. Stepping towards the lake, she did not pause as she moved into its familiar waters. As the water lapped up around her paws, then her elbows, and finally touched her shoulders, she realized that the summer heat had taken its effect on the lake as well. It was not nearly so deep as it had been in years past, taking a few extra strides towards the center before she was finally able to swim freely.

Tauriel paddled idly about the lake, enjoying the cool refreshment of the water sluicing through her fur. Now in her eighth year, the woman had settled well into her life of solitude. She lived within her means, never finding interest in seeking out the cushy epicurean lifestyle that some might enjoy. Her trust in others damaged at a young age, she had learned to rely only on herself. Often times when she did come in contact with others, she would find herself questioning the motives behind their actions. Even when she found those she thought to be something of kindred spirits, they rarely crossed paths again. Such was the life of a drifter.

After a few weaved laps of the deeper portion of the eastern side of the lake, Tauriel made her way back to shallower waters. Her paws pressed down into the soft mud and sand mixture that made up the bottom of the lake and she stood in the chest deep water idly. Glancing over her shoulder, she considered swimming out to the island to investigate her cache. It was not typical of her other caches. Instead of holding items for survival like food or furs, this one held personal items of meaning to her - a feather, an agate...a pearl. Shaking her head, droplets of water flew in all directions, catching the sunlight in their spray. She no longer felt a strong need for trinkets and treasures such as those. Tauriel turned away from the island, facing the shore once more before lowering her head to lap at the lake water instead.