Ouroboros Spine no one wakes up one day

Although she had her doubts, Easy gave a bob of her head. "Good," she said agreeably, helping to guide him down to the water's edge. The way was paved with foul mud, but not, thankfully, the kind that tried to suck you under. Still, it was slippery enough that she would've worried for him alone. "I know you can do it on your own," she volunteered with a wag of her tail. "You oughta be capable of anything if that fall didn't kick ya. Especially hurt like you were. But there's no point in tempting fate, huh? My dad liked to say: A smart wolf moves obstacles out of his path, but a wise one goes around them."

She had no idea that she now kept the company of two wolves that'd met her father. This one, however, was likely never to find out, nor to be able to tell her.

They reached the water, at length, and Easy moved away to give him space. It was hot -- the sunlight was not particularly strong, but her coat was thick and dark. She waded into the water and laid down once more, but soon became interested in the catfish that came up to bask in the shallows. "Hungry?" she asked him, already licking her lips in anticipation.