Greatwater Lake marathon

For @Aktaiê.

Their numbers swelled. Each day brought news of more coming to join them, more wolves steadily streaming in to find them at the lake. Akantha, Leukothea, and Atlas. Junior. Greyjoy was thankful for the numbers, for it meant settling the pack upon the shores of the sea would be easier, as would dealing with the any unwanted attention from their new neighbors. That task would unfortunately fall on him and Atlas until they had more consorts and hoplites in their ranks, though it was a duty he was glad to perform for the High Priestess.

It was nearing dusk when Greyjoy returned from a hunt. He was not used to hunting such quick-witted creatures, since the coast was littered with seals, crabs, and gulls, but as he returned to camp, the Orkwood held a still-warm rabbit between his jaws. He slung it down on the shore and waded into the lake, lapping at the cool water, making sure to dip his muzzle to clear it of blood. After he was finished, Greyjoy waded from the shallows and seated himself, sphinx-like, upon a flat rock to preen. The rabbit lay a few feet away, waiting for Aktaiê; he would not eat any of his kill until she gave permission.

It wasn't her favorite meal, but it was substantial and would replenish her weary body in preparation for the next leg of their journey.