Serpent Lake To my dismay, I have forgotten how to leave

Nephele took in a breath.

Sabah she was, then. For the moment. For those who knew her. She nodded sharply, tucking her limbs beneath her to square her shoulders in some attempt of comfort from one who could not find it elsewhere.

Over there. She said, tossing her head to the Mesa in the distance, eyes never leaving the grey form beside her.

A pack called Akashingo claims the top. I am one of their rank and file.