wakey wakey eggs and bake-y

Zola huffed again as he stated he'd rather snuggle. walking up to the young wolf, she had already noticed he had shorter fur. staring down her nose at him, she watched as he settled in the shade before grunting, taking a seat next to him. she pressed her now blood-free and dry coat against his side. if the boy suddenly dropped dead due to the temperature... then again, she took some things quite literally. she fully expected him to drop dead.

"no. not swim today" she tried to say it as clear as possible, even if he had no trouble understanding her so far. he shot her a look that told her 'no' but she didn't expect to get to the other side of the island anyway today. she flexed her muscles briefly, testing their resolve. they didn't protest much and she took it as a sign to at least start walking toward the west. "we march. make camp near island edge. then rest. two days pass, we swim. yes?"

"yes. did rest" she was not sitting here for a whole season, waiting to heal. she could still move, gods' be praised. Zola lowered her snout, her eyes on the ground as it began to snow. the apprentice had seen this before when she entered this realm, but the volcano's eruption had turned the white substance to soot instead. she made a face as the snow fell on her muzzle, rearing back from the cold. "what is... white flakey things? is cold. make land cold." it was clear she'd never seen snow before.

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