Greatwater Lake The Great Skua

For @Greyjoy

Come early morning, Akanthe was restless once again. The lake provided some comfort, but she yearned to be with Her again. Aktaiê's reason for waiting was sound, of course; she would never dispute this for the greater their number, the more likely their chances. But the prickle of wrongwrongwrong became more pronounced as they spent more nights idle. Being so far from Her was stifling and draining to the Amazon.

She rose abruptly from her bed, accidentally jostling a nearby wolf (likely Atlas, but she did not bother to check), and headed towards the creek. His presence had been, and continued to be, largely ignored. It was not she who gave him his test of loyalty, she was simply the unfortunate one who had to keep an eye on him. She understood why she was chosen: she could groom him in battle and keep him from wandering. He was almost as valuable as the Hoplite, Greyjoy, but she would not admit this.

Akanthe wades into the creek and follows it a little ways until it widens and slows. Here is where she stops and waits for the tell-tale flash of scale in the pale light of dawn.