Thats a big fucking river.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew that wasn’t a river at all. It was an ocean, the tinge of salt in her nose irritating her sinuses enough to punctuate her statement with a sneeze. But this was where she was, so she settled on the sand with another, much more sullen sneeze.

She had told her parents she could do it on her own. When Elysium decided to set itself on fire with poison water, or whatever, she knew her siblings were making their way to allied packs. She thought two were heading to a river, which is where she was going. But, she guessed she’d overshot. So, here Spiderlily was, ears flat to her head as her breathing settled. When she’d left the higher altitude of the Vale, it had momentarily felt better, before the wind of winter had knocked the air from her lungs.

She took a sharp sniff, then a cough as said wind blasted past her again, reaching up with a paw and dragging it over her face.

Yeah. Big river. ‘S gotta be.

Because she couldn’t be wrong.