Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

The water was cold. The first foot or so had been gently warmed by the sun, but past that the water was frigid. His toes were turning blue, he was sure of it, but in his stubbornness he was going to make it to that island where he could dry off and warm up or he was going to drown trying and feed the fishes as a final act of goodwill in life.

Sounded like a win-win.

He liked the water and was damn near a fish in it. He couldn't catch fish for shit, but he could certainly swim like one. Or close. He paddled, passing through the touchable shallows and into the depths without second glance. The sooner he found what he was looking for, the better.

He didn't notice Toni slip into the waters behind him. She paused to lap at its surface. Kero was well on his way and not looking back. That was, until, the bear of a wolf joined them as well, raising his voice in question. With all the splashing that came with the swimming and the distance between the new explorers and his location in the water, Kero almost missed the inquiry. Almost.

One glance over his shoulder and he spotted the pair. Tonravik and her newly acquired shadow. That wasn't annoying at all.

Either way, he ignored the question and pressed on. As soon as they found that island, their inquiries would be answered.