Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

Kodiak moved between them, and Kerosene was already off. The brown bear appeased the dominant wolf with his submissive gesture, and Tonravik rumbled pleasantly. The question he asked was not responded to, but she sensed that Iqniq had heard him. A toothy grin exposed itself on her features, a rare expression indeed. He was learning. The normally mouthy russet wolf said nothing, and it pleased her. She could only assume his lack of response was a guarantee that he had seen something. Wild goose chases that ended without the goose being dealt with properly led to Tonravik personifying the person who led the chase as that very goose. And then, they were dealt with.

The sun was high today, and the cool waters were the balm she needed. She continued to walk through the shallow waters until they became quite deep. That was when she began to paddle, powerful limbs dragging through the waters. Tonravik felt the tickle of a fin beneath her paw and looked downward. The waters were crystalline and clear, and she could see many a fish beneath them even despite the wake Iqniq left. While seeing below was easy enough, seeing ahead of her was difficult; a thick shroud of fog drifted past them, over the island she had yet to note. She had yet to investigate the nuances of the Spine, possessively marking it and keeping it protected her first priority, especially given recent events.