Lake Bismuth "Ill fate and abundant wine."

water, an abundance of it. almost too much, if he had to decide. this place was marked by many round pools, all varied hues of darkness beneath the desert sky and its starry heat. he lowered his muzzle; he plunged it into the nearest and drank deeply, tasting for poisonous mineral.
nothing but cool sweetness. briggs filled his belly on it, suspecting that a hunt would be harder; he ambled off to piss soon thereafter, glancing back at lynx as if the young wolf might suddenly disappear into the sand all around them.