Arrow Lake Alabama Slammer

Truthfully, Spine had no idea what the male was going on about, and sincerely believed his name was Batman. An odd name, to be sure, but she was most often called by the name "Spine", rather than her truly given name, Muirrin. While others might have decided the poor bloke was insane, the striped female had decided immediately that she liked him. After all, she was desperate to find that the fey were real creatures... that the otherworld existed, and in some sacred places there were doorways between it and this one.

"I don't know for sure," she responded with a wag of her tail, "but it has to be difficult to get to for a very good reason—don't you think? Maybe it's a fountain of youth or something. You don't want too many people to become immortal, so if I were in charge of creating magical places, I'd make 'em hard to find... or, well, at least hard to get to." She realized then, as an afterthought, that what she had just told Batman was very likely why she was having such a hard time finding the otherworld.

At his suggestion, Spine thrust her nose to the ground and began to taste the air for signs of paths the prey might have taken. When he confirmed that she wasn't the only one to see something moving near the lake, however, the female lifted her head back up to look at him. The expression she held was a mixture of surprise and relief—though if he had seen it to, didn't it make it more likely that whatever the shadow was, it was something far more mundane than fairies?

"I saw a shadow, with bright green eyes. It was hard to see, though... It was like the night folded over on itself," she explained, wondering if he thought she was as crazy as she suddenly felt.

Whether he believed her crazed or not, the male humored her, and the two spoke of things not of true consequence as they sought ways to reach the water. When they finally did, they basked in the mythic atmosphere of the place for a time, before going their separate ways.