Greatwater Lake trying to fit beneath the skin

making some assumptions. let me know if this is not okay. set for November 8. all tags after Scarab for reference

It was time to take @Scarab to see his family. If he wasn't going to join them, he at least should know whether they were alive or dead (he'd said as much). She was fairly certain she could find this plateau that Rosencrantz had spoken of, and at any rate, the boy would know the scent of his old packmates. She assumed so, anyway.

Leaving @Sakhmet with a stern admonishment to stay near Jakoul or @Moonshadow, they departed at sunrise, breath fogging in the icy pre-dawn air of late autumn. Despite her handicap, the two made good pace, and it was late afternoon when they arrived at the lake, the expanse of silver-blue stretched out before them.

Maegi lapped at the cool water, eyelids drooping slightly with exhaustion. The famine had left her weaker than ever before; even short trips were taxing. Jaes willing, the game would be back soon. . .but soon enough to strengthen the pack again? Or would their return be too little, too late?

How are you feeling? she asked Scarab, licking her chops and backing slowly away from the edge of the water to rest on her belly.