On Our Own

Hari moved to inspect the land and Zee followed him, jaw dropping to speak when he leaned down to the water. Thankfully he'd had the sense to only sniff it, and Zee sighed with relief. "Yeah something tells me that you shouldn't take a sip of that one. Between Firefly Lake and here you're going to be infected with half a dozen things, and Lucretia has enough to worry about with her pups. Let's not bring home a plague." More and more this Island - which looked beautiful from afar - was turning out to be a terrible place.

He spoke of metals, and her head tilted as she considered it. And then she realized he'd scratched himself on one of the dead trees. She moved forward to brush off his side, making sure none of the tree's sharp branches had broken the skin on him. "Give yourself tetanus why don't you." She accused with a laugh. "Well, metals would explain the smell. And the... green." As she spoke the latter she kicked at a pile of the odd-colored sand. "No prey, dead trees, no fresh water, I wonder what drove a pack to claim this land. The volcano?" She hummed thoughtfully,