Lewis and Clark

Zee followed Hari on his way to the lake, watching as he bent his head to drink and had nothing bad to say about the water. "Fish?" She echoed, squinting into the lake. "I wonder where they come from. Surely not the ocean, or the water would not be drinkable." Since he'd taken a sip and obviously been fine, Zee moved to do so as well. While she lapped at the water she continued to look down into it, wondering if there was more to this island lake.

On the mainland it made sense for freshwater and fish, waterfalls and rivers fed their lakes. Here however surrounded by ocean alone Zee wondered if the main source of water was the rains, and whether a drought would turn this utopia dry and barren like some of the other island's they'd seen. She'd heard of underground springs beneath mountains that housed fresh water, and huffed softly. If she'd not had pups at home to think of, she'd have dared her friend to dive down with her and explore further. The risk was too high however, and she sighed. "Well. To the next island, then?"