Mississippi Queen (M)

Nothing had been spared in the swirling tempest. His home has been charred. The rest turned into some kind of a hellscape. Tatsuya felt apprehensive at the consummate destruction of it all but also animated by it. His world has changed. All he could do now was adapt. Not a subject the wolverine excelled at, as Iqniq might agree with. Life in a pack could not compare to this mess though. Gnarled trees littered about spacious areas, twigs and splinters strewn about in equal measure. Puddles were everywhere and some lowlands were flooded. Shrub and plant life appeared pristine but fewer in number. That batch of Prince's Pine near Neverwinter Forest was crushed. This discovery broke his heart and he wept openly over his loss...Just kidding, but he did consider it.
INDENTNot wanting to wander too far from Tonravik and his pack mates, Tatsuya headed for that peculiar dip in the earth southwest of Ouroboros Spine. The one that was visible from the Spine in certain elevations. On clear days he could make out the silver mirrors (presumably pools of freshwater) within the stone pit, beaming brilliantly like liquified suns interred in gray stone. Beautiful, he once admired, reminding himself to travel there and take a closer look. Then Iqniq came at him on the fateful night and blah, blah, delayed plans. Nothing like the present. Now was as good a time as ever to visit that sequestered place.
INDENTAnd visit he did, although it was not quite what he expected. Everything smelled...differently here. Like wet clay after a brisk cascade only more potent. It was a rare smell, one he relished. Tatsuya stopped from time to time to dig at compressible areas in the rock. How curious. He did not know stone could be so pliant. Almost like mud. By the time he was finished investigating these certain spots, he moved further inward...only to be greeted by the view of a shapely rump. O-oh. Who knew what prizes awaited him 'round each corner? Marvelous. Simply marvelous!
INDENTTatsuya spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at Roslyn's ass. It was a nice ass, okay. It was an ass worthy of his speculative, artistic opinion. One that involved ogling and gawking.