Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

She was appeased by his gesture and he was satisfied by the rumble of pleasure she returned. The feeling of satisfaction was however short lived, as Kodiak had a dominant streak that was not tolerant of being ignored, although the less feral and more logical side of his brain suggested nothing was meant by it, that his russet packmate was showing the same focus he was familiar with among his fellow Tartok, and knew within himself. He had seen something, and was bent on getting to it. So, fine, the brown bear shook his head and swam after him.

Kodiak was a strong swimmer, broad paws effectively serving as paddles as his thick limbs powered him through the water. The brown bear was indifferent to the clear liquid, neither preferring it nor minding it. He sought it when he was thirsty or too warm, otherwise, he did not think of it. He was not a fisher, his robust figure better suited to dragging down big game than nimbly plucking fish from the water. He cared for fish only to know that they were there, that other animals depended on them, which may be of consequence to him.

The fog that hung across the water soon enveloped the trio within it.