Greatwater Lake a legend stands before you all

She exhaled the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, this time unable to stop the tightness in her throat or the burning in her eyes. When she spoke, her voice trembled and fell no louder than a whisper, "Ευχαριστώ οι μητέρες." With her instincts confirmed by her talented sister, Aktaiê did not fear showing such vulnerability before her companions; she was sure they felt the same. They had been too long from the Sea, and she yearned to hear the crashing waves and cries of gulls once again.

"We will rest here," the priestess commanded, her voice steadier, though not harsh. "She reaches to us, now, and seeks to strengthen us before we return to Her embrace." Aktaiê could feel this, too; an instinct that told her to make camp before they continued on. Their journey to this point had not been easy, and she had commanded a swift pace. It would do them all well to rest their paws, fill their bellies, still their fears. When it was time to go north to the Sea, they would be worthy of Her.

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