Alpine Lake run, run, blood

Tûgar's own eyes had held the ocean, and her tail waved without her consent at her hocks. Her ears swiveled as in the corner of her eye she watched Silaluk take stock of all that was. She allowed herself a moment to turn and observe as well, and noted the corrugated line that held Silaluk's eyes. Mountains. No doubt they would head that way, and for further direction Tûgar was thankful. But as Silaluk's eyes turned toward the sea, her tail involuntarily waved again. She hoped they would scout the area, or that at least Silaluk might so that she could offer her support and see the waves once again. Already Tûgar knew that they would be frigid, but she did not fear this and knew how to manage.