Totoka River river of time

Something kept calling her back to the huge lake at the edge of the Teekon Wilds. Although it smelled and tasted like salt, and although the sound of it was bothersome, it was sublime. It tugged at a part of her nature that called it unnatural, and every once in a while, she had the urge to lay her eyes upon it once more, twice more, and even more than that.

Today, she hung back at the river's edge, not quite where it began to web out into the ocean proper. The edge of the water seemed to be higher up the beach than what Ptarmigan had previously seen. The concept of a tide was completely lost on her, and the Endore therefore assumed it had flooded. Something was feeding it and causing it to swell, probably from its other unreachable shore, and she tilted her head back to scan the evening sky for signs of a storm. There were none. Only the moon in mega size, which captivated her for a moment before she looked back at the "lake".

There was another black wolf standing in the surf, with her gaze in the same direction. The small Endore took a few hesitant steps forward, but was held at bay by the swollen water and the dazzling supermoon. “Get away from there,” she called, pacing anxiously where she stood, “it's flooding!”