Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

Tonravik nodded, agreeing with him. The water was useless. But good to have for those none the wiser to what the water could bring, given those that happened to be just that were not of the Spine. Tonravik, too, had the unglamorous experience of drinking such water; it was why she knew the off scent, strange, old... even with the addition of rainwater, there was something strange. Her nose was as keen as her mothers, who had been Tracker prior to becoming alpha.

So she moved away from him, toward the edge. This descent was one for the goats, with jutting sides acting as weak steps rather than an immediate decline. The land then fell into that, but not for a couple hundred feet. She looked beyond her land, her eyes panning toward the river and then, past it, where the Caldera lay. Of course Tonravik could not see the wolves there, just the landform itself.