Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

Tonravik preferred the quiet. She was a very simple wolf, who in truth was easy to get on well with. Of course, you needed to be pack for her to give you any mind at all. Iqniq she enjoyed. He was, to her, a good wolf thus far. He had yet to prove her wrong, and only then would she be wary of him. Tonravik was not a wolf who gave others "benefit of the doubt" when it came to letting them into her fold. But the wolf before her was a strong, sturdy male who also knew of healing, even if a minimum amount. That was what she needed. She knew nothing.

He was first to head into the lake upon arrival. Water could sometimes make wounds bleed more if you let it sit in water. Tonravik had watched an animal bleed out while she waited to bring it down... that it died in the water had surprised her, but it had taught her something and also gave her a soggy meal. Tonravik could learn. So she moved into the waters, feeling the chill of the water beneath the surface. Quickly, she dunked her head. She had to do it twice, the first go not getting the ear wet. It stung, and it still bleed, the red diluting in the waters as it plopped in small dots downward.

She let out a loud sneeze, the water evacuating her nostrils, and then looked to him, her furs heavy and soaked. What now?