Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

They paddled for a great length of time. But this lake was easier to swim within than the oceans she had trained in, and so her muscles did not ache too terribly. It was a test of endurance and as the fog drifted, her will. There was no end in sight. She was trusting of only the wolves she let into the fold. Tonravik trusted, then, that Iqniq was not suicidal. The alpha listened for him, hearing him ahead... and then heard a change of movement. Tonravik, here, could only smell water; even Iqniq could not be smelled above that, and so she trusted her ears. She had little use of her eyes in this fog.


But Tonravik, too, soon felt her paws brush against land beneath her. Two seconds after, she could stand. The leader waded through the lake, rocks rolling backward as she pushed through until the water was only around her ankles. She paused, able to see land ahead, and her ears cupped forward. She could hear Iqniq moving, but before she continued too much further, Tonravik listened for other things. Quietly she walked forward, dipping her nose to full earth, the water lapping at only her heels now. They had not gone in a circle; this was land uncharted.