Serpent Lake have you tried turning it off and on again?

the mountain of hawks was at his back, and lasher meandered along, a brace of hares dangling from his jaws. water was his desire; his throat prickled uncomfortably with the need of it, and as the scent of the liquid entered his nares, the beta male changed his path and delved down toward the waters, stashing the hares in a scrub-brush near the edge of the bank.

there was another there, a reddish wolf whom lasher vaguely recognized. wading to the shallows to drink, he too flung himself down and there he realized that this man was the mate of tonravik. he greeted the other with a low chuff. "we are well met."

he wished to ask after the tartok witch, but held his tongue, merely closing his eyes against the sunlight as he basked in the water's touch.