Some time away

“Good plan” he agreed, hanging his own makeshift ‘pack’ beside Io’s, so it could properly dry. He followed her by the ancient structure, avoiding the occasional bits of broken glass or stray pieces of metal. She found some strange, curved thing in the grass. He leaned forward at her request to take a look and a sniff.

He snorted at her assessment. “I doubt anything could float with my bulk inside” he commented. He weighed at least… slightly more than a feather. Two or three times the weight of the smaller wolf beside him. He was a giant, and well he didn’t mean to doubt his sister, he couldn’t fathom anything big enough, strong enough, and also buoyant enough, to carry him.