It was bad enough she's become too round to hunt anymore, to go patrol (She's a woman of habits, even in this...Relaxed pack), now she was having weird ass dreams back to back? Eugh.

The large wolf waddled her way towards the lake, for a nice and refreshing dip, a drink. Fiadh had swam in this lake plenty of times over the last year or two, waded through howling river that fed from it's depths, she knew that it was safe.

That it wasn't cursed.

Fiadh's lips pulled back from her teeth as she got a whiff of the water, as she heard Valeska across the way shout wait, taking a few laps of the now....tainted....water before pulling back as her stomach threatened to upheave itself. What the fuck?

Eugh, she needed to eat something that'll settle her stomach.