Greatwater Lake dragon's tooth

ATTN: Nereides, please.

Visual aid:

Junior rested on the lakeshore, only half awake, her mismatched eyes only partially open. The sky was still dark purple in the west and great curtains of mist hung over the water. In her dreamy state, the wolf pup imagined that the far mountain was a colossal sleeping dragon, the silvery fog his warm breath furling from his nostrils.

She drowsed, then tumbled deeper into sleep even as the sun rose. She dreamed of her mother, only it wasn't Hawkeye, nor even Thistle or any other maternal figure from her actual life. She padded after this strange mother along the familiar strand of beach at Stavanger Bay. It was dark and there was a full moon mirrored in the glassy waters.

The cry of a loon woke her and Junior lifted her head, blinking blearily over the lake, which reflected the pink dawn sky. It took her a moment to remember where she was and why. Opening and closing her dry mouth, the young wolf climbed to her feet and slunk to the water's edge to drink. She then lifted her head and looked around, wondering if any of the Nereides were awake.