Sawtooth Spire concrete solutions to slow our decay

The cool waters did little to offer her relief, but she was stubborn. Stubborn enough to keep her face awkwardly half-in and half-out the water. Stubborn enough that the grit, grime, and sharp points of the shale beneath her feet did little to make her shift into a more comfortable position. This was not the first of any wounds she had received in her life, nor would they be along the last.

However, the thing that did withdraw her from her own poor treatment of them was a bark from behind her. Her head rose and turned, though she only spied him over her left shoulder. For a long moment, she stared with no recognition of him, though she was aware that he was one of them. Perhaps still just a fledgling within Tartok's ranks, but one that had been around. Recognition did come to her, though she merely greeted him with a flick of her tail before resuming her verison of therapy.

fuck yeah rise against! that song came on shuffle while i was writing and i was all "ooo yeah good lyrics here."