Greatwater Lake let sleeping dogs fry

"Hey!" a voice called out, and for a moment, Artax was certain that he had just been hunted down by the large bag of bones who had so clearly wanted to eat him. The boy winced visibly, the turned to face his attacker. However, when he craned his neck in the direction of the voice, he found that it was not the large, limber beast. It was distinctly female, and her appearance differed ever so slightly. Not only that, but she didn't have that hungry look in her eye, which was an immediate good sign.

Still, he was wary. Was this a test from either Atka or Sos? Surely it had been Sos that lived in the veins of the hungry one, so perhaps it was Atka's turn to appear in his life. They were yin and yang, constantly pulling him one way, then the other. Artax remained in the same spot he had been standing when the wolf had called out to him, and he took a ginger step forward. “Hello,” he spoke, his voice soft.