Ouroboros Spine swima

The Tundrian mix had opted for an early start this morning. There was a lot still on her mind, and plenty of unanswered little whispering questions, which would coax her to eventually seek out her fellow Glen wolves for discussion. Having edged a little closer into Moonglow (but not by much), she had found herself a small den, tucked conveniently out of the way. Though she had not had a personal meet up with the dark furred Ramio yet, she had watched him with a keen eye from afar when the chance presented itself. There was just...something about that man that unsettled her. She would lower her risk of a potential rude awakening during the night, by choosing her sleeping quarters wisely.

Emerging from her underground bed, she stretched out, arching her spine slightly to feel the satisfying loosening of tensed muscle. The lake was nearby, seeming to be a favorite amongst the wolves of Moonglow and of other animals too. The banks, still muddied and riddled with ice chunks, were less than appealing. As daytime temperatures warmed, she knew that eventually the ice and slush would be a distant memory. For now, she bit her lip gently and made her way down gingerly to the lakeside. Through the chilled mud, distinct paw tracks were left in her wake, telling of her trail in an effort to find the cleanest, driest spot possible. Finding a pedestal in the form of two small rocks, fit enough only for her front paws to balance on, she bent down to satiate her thirst. Unaware that opposite her, was a certain mysterious stranger she had glimpsed only one time before.