Ouroboros Spine Black as Soot, Cold as Ice

For the naturalist trade![

She visited the Spine many times, exploring a different place each time she did so, silently cataloguing the charred remains of the once proud forest. What it looked like before did not matter to her at all, she was here to see the effects of fire on life.

And what devastating effects it had. The Spine must have been completely engulfed by the flames. A pity she never got to see the show. Though some of the former residents of the Spine would not be too happy if someone was simply watching as their home burned to the ground. Not that she really cared, anyhow.

Potema treaded lightly over the charcoal and ash-stained ground, knowing her paws would be black when she was finished here. The young girl headed towards the lake that made up the largest part of the Spine, to see if there were any signs of life around it's healing center.

And to her delight, there was. The fringes of the lake still beared greenery in the form of water plants, but grass was slowly growing from the shore. But not only that, there was an island in the center of the lake. How she hadn't seen this before, she didn't know, but she wanted to go there. To see what kind of plants were harbored by the waters.

Trouble was, she hadn't been practicing her swimming skills as much as she should have. That lake looked deep, and the swim was far. Frustrated, Potema glowered at the island, as if willing it to come closer and end her plight.