Ouroboros Spine drinking arsenic

@Kerosene forgot to add tag

Change. She could smell it, smell the lack of one and the triumph of another. Whatever Shit-For-Brains had gotten himself into, Kroc wanted no part of it. He would show himself in due time and no sooner. Kroc would not be gutted for engaging Tonravik's new mate in any sort of activity until she had settled down. When she settled down, the tank assumed that they would both be out and about more. 

In the meantime, she occupied herself, patrolling and hunting and whatever really needed to be done. In her few moments of downtime, the pale Warden found herself exploring, sometimes ending up back at the lake. This was where she was now, lingering in the shallow water as she debated swimming out to the island that had been revealed when the fog had rolled out. 

A low, contemplative sound left her, finally moving forward to slink into the water so that she could end up on the shore of the island. Upon arrival, she shook the water from her pelt and moved forward.