Sawtooth Spire glazed eyes, empty hearts

The water was lovely. The clear blue of the area was something all kinds of surreal. He imagined this would be quite the hotspot come summer, but with autumn rolling in and winter fast on its heels, the opportunity to enjoy such a place was slowly coming to a close. It would be curious to see what this place looked like in the winter. But for now? With the heat of summer still swirling through the air? He could enjoy this end-of-summer retreat.

Tonravik joined him down below before slipping into the waters. She moved as if to invite him in and Iqniq found himself eager to enjoy the water, though not in quite the same way. He disappeared into the depths of the forest and re-emerged upon top of the cave where they'd been exploring before. He yipped at her to catch her attention before he backed away from the edge and disappeared from view of her lower vantage point.

He backed up upon the rock and leapt through the opening in the cave's top. He curled his paws beneath him and landed in the center of the cave. A wolven cannon ball. The waves from his splash swirled around the edges of cavern walls as he surfaced and doggy paddled towards her. In doing so, he realized the water was shallow enough to touch. He stood, shoulder deep and walked towards her with the current. His nose turned into her shoulder, encouraging her to try jumping into the water from the same height.