Greatwater Lake marathon

It seemed strange that here, the place she had chosen for rest and rejuvenation, Aktaiê felt busier than she had since the start of the journey. Their number had more than doubled in size since her commandment that the trio would remain at this shore, for a time, and it only served to convince the priestess of the blessedness of their cause. Soon, Themiscrya's reach would extend even to these Wilds; the Nereides blood would be an empire, slowly calling its wayward daughters home. Even so, the increase in number meant the priestess was nearly as busy as she would be at summer's end, working to secure her claim on the coastline. Errands, information gathering, hunting, looking after her acolytes.

Weary after nearly a day of this, the amazon returned to the shore. Even this lake had a small tide, erasing her paw prints from the stand nearly as soon as they had been made. Aktaiê could make out the form of Greyjoy, her dedicated hoplite, still as a sentinel.

As she approached, the scent of blood filled her nostrils; awaking a strange mix of hunger and revulsion. Red meat. It had sustained them for the leg of the journey that required they moved inland, and her body had slowly grown accustomed to the change in diet, but those first few nights had left an imprint on her mind. She looked at it, then Greyjoy; both with disdain. "There is a lake filled with fish, and still you chose rabbit?"