Greatwater Lake gillyweed

Scouting ahead from @Nyx and @Saor, Dirge came across the lake purely by mistake. The forests had covered them as they ventured out from the mountains, the winding curve of the natural pathways cradling them along. The heat of summer licked at his heels as he ventured, the air so thick with humidity that had he been a knave instead of a wolf, he could have cut it clean with a knife. But seeing how he was the latter, the best he could do was pant as he pushed on, driven by the great divining rod in his head, that great directionless compass that said today, boy, you're going this way.

And this way had revealed the lake.

It beat the streams that they had been drinking from for the last few days. It also beat the dew that he had been rolled through that very morning, just before the sun cranked up the temperatures and decided to roast them. Dirge considered for only a moment whether or not he should have threw a call back to his sisters. They would have benefited from the waters that beckoned him, sure. But instead he broke out into a run across the open expanse leading up to the lake and jumped in, figuring a quick dart in and dip would be excuse enough to bring them back. Especially if the water was cool.

tags are for visibility, as always. :)