Ouroboros Spine a place in the clouds

Arrluk had found place at the lake, as often he so did. There were a number of good fishing spots and this particular one was where a collection of large rocks were scattered along the shallow sides, forming little trap areas where fish would need to slow to navigate their way through. He had been fishing. Had caught one thus far when he spotted Angel Oak making way along the lake bed. 

She was a tawny young woman, molted in shades of browns and creams. Arrluk knew of her, mostly so from information gathered from his wife, though he did not particularly know her personally. He would remedy that today. Hello there. The Waterman barked out in greeting.