Ouroboros Spine Where Dreams Went to Die

They spread out. Tonravik moved further inland, Kero hugged the shore and Kodiak lingered somewhere in between. Between the three of them, they could comb a fair amount of land and share their findings with ease. No doubt this place wasn't too terribly large. The fog couldn't have concealed so vast an area without detection for as long as this place had gone unnoticed. The wolves of the spine were observant enough not to have missed this isle. No. It couldn't be too big, but it was large enough for that herd. Maybe looks and logic were deceiving here.

Kero nosed along the shore, but turned his hunt into a visual sport. He caught whiffs of scents here and there, but this close to the shoreline he was mostly nose blind. Instead he listened to the way the lake waters lapped across the sands. He noticed a heron striding into the lake in the distance. Other birds chattered above him. Every now and then he picked up the snap of a twig beneath another's paw which reminded him he was not alone. This expedition was a team sport. He was trying to remember that.

After a quick jaunt around the edges, the shoreline was interrupted by a large formation of stones. Curious, Kero climbed the granite rocks and made his way to the top. There they were. The herd gathering for a drink at the water's edge. He watched them for a moment, before he shifted his body language to bare the semblance of his discovery. He retraced his steps and found his pack mates, silently indicating they join him atop the rock formation to get a better idea of what this island had to offer.