Greatwater Lake herringbone

Shar-Kali's inner bitch scoffed, but outwardly she smiled. 'For all I know'? Perhaps in this playpen of a world, with its mild winters and bountiful summers, happy-go-lucky chappies like this one stood a chance. It irked her somewhat that the founding of dynasties was no longer a preserve of the talented and strong - or perhaps she was just getting old, and remembering the past the way old souls did: as a harsher, better place, where a cold day really was cold.

"And neither of these two packs have piqued your interest?" she asked, looking between the distant Plateau and its mountain neighbour.