Lake Rodney I call you now to tell you I'm thinking of you.

The rain, a downpour, carried on for hours.

On the ghost went, not caring for the weight of water that slicked his thick pelt to his hide nor the distant rumble of thunder. Had he been on higher ground he might've seen the occasional whip of lightning over the faraway sea, and the promise of heavier rainfall to come.

Finding himself at the edge of a very large and unfamiliar lake, Viinturuth paused only to regard the surface that was brought to life by thousands of water droplets. He spotted fish leap here and there, likely convinced that the surface of their home was disturbed by potential prey. The pallid wanderer, limbs marred by mud up to his belly, turned away to pick his trail Eastward - toward the grim looking spears where he was sure @Akavir could be found.