Ouroboros Spine Black as Soot, Cold as Ice

Potema was indecisive about swimming. She had only walked in paw deep and paced as she thought, contemplating whether or not she would take the risk. She stopped midway, turning towards the familiar voice that spoke her name. She smiled, her tail wagging gently as her friend stood before her.

He had changed, obviously. He got a little bigger, naturally, but it wasn't just that. Despite the ever-present smile on his face, his back and shoulders told a different story. They were covered in deep, long scars, the kind that were permanent. It made the usually jovial wolf look tougher, but wasn't that what he wanted? Scars looked cool, after all. "Hey, Charon." She said, stepping out of the water and up the shore. "I was. I heard there was a fire here during the storm. I wanted to see what it looked like." She wondered if he was here for the same thing, but it might be something different. However, the burning of a forest and the displacement of a pack was a pretty big deal, even with the storm. "How'd you get the scars this time?"