Waterstar never got near the pond.

Only to drink.

She never got close to the river, or the Crying Idol.

She stayed far from any water, even De Drinkplatts.

She would rather hang out in the Birch Forest, or the Ruins. No matter how much she was talked into doing it, she would not go to the pond just for a swim.

But this night, when all the other deer were asleep, Waterstar stared at the stars and the moon in the reflection. She listened for any deer coming, any thing coming at her. So far she only heard the soft sound of deer sleeping.

The cat-deer hyrbid waded out in the water, letting the water reach over her paws. She never went too deep, always afraid.

And she stared at the water, her only eye sparkeling as she felt the water rush between her toes.