Mirror, mirror on the wall, I'll make sure you crack and fall

Yeah this was the opposite direction of where she knew she ought to travel. Iskra would lay with one white-marked paw dangling into the salty water of the paw as its waves lapped at the shore, further and further up the wolf's outstretched limb the longer she stayed there. Blue eyes stayed closed and a heavy, shuddering sigh left her lungs as ears fell back to her skull.

As time went on the midday sun would send the shade of one of the mangroves stretching out to shade the from her tail to the middle of her back. The creeping cool sensation reminded her that she probably shouldn't waste an entire day here. Slowly, she pulled her body to a standing position, all four paws now in the salty water as the tide rolled in. Walking out into the waves, she considered doing some swimming, but she wasn't really feeling it.

Honestly, this unhappy Iskra was so dreadfully, sickeningly unfun.