Tundra walked from where the other dogs were. She didn't like their attitudes. As she walked, she ended up following the scent of a beach and the rocky pathway. She went up one tall boulder, and looked out, whining that one of the dogs clawed her side. She thought other canines were nice. She looked out to the lake.
Tundra walked to the beach and swam in the lake. She liked the feeling of water on her fur, washing out the scrape marks of the male dog's claws.
She swam carefree, happy to be away from the others.