The tide was unbelievably low today, which of course lent itself to a little beach and sea exploration. When he made his way out to the island, Laim was unbelievably grateful for the chance to simply escape himself and worry about nothing else except for seeing some new things and enjoying a new land he'd yet to explore. Dripping salt water, he'd loped excitedly along the beach, chasing after a flock of seagulls and laughing as they were forced to take flight, landing far away on the great swaths of exposed sand.

When that game lost its thrill, he found himself drawn to something out in the water. It was... a small patch of land? No. It didn't look natural. Like the castle, this was something that had been made and left behind for discovery. Fending off that pain in his heart, Laim set off again through the water without a second thought, happy to continue her pattern of escapism especially if it meant he'd get to see what that structure was.

Bobbing along abreast the old, wrecked vessel, the wolf drank in it's great size. Barnacles and seaweed covered the majority of its surface while more of the seagulls were perched here and there. It took ages to find a good spot to haul himself up, and by the time he managed it his first few minutes aboard were spent panting in a heap.

The tiny blue wolfess surveyed her latest creation with a critical eye, absentmindedly blowing her over-long fringe out of her eye. Hm. The structure seems sound enough, and the adjustable whatchamacallums are firmly attached to the whatchamathingies. The thingamiebob is aligned with the thatthingone and thatthingtwo... yeah...yeah it should do! And she made a new friend to boot - Hakan would be so proud! She smiled to herself for a moment, thinking back on that meeting. It's curious how such a humongous guy can be so afraid, like, even more timid than she was. 

With his help, she'd been able to get enough bark to enable the building of this contraption. It was indeed a Contraption. Justifying the capital C. It looked like a basket spawned by a hellbeast - a rig, to put across the back, with four triangled rods entertwining and supporting a flat bottomed, high sided basket. the basket was double reinforced, with two smaller baskets nestled within. Now hopefully, if she'd made it correct, it can be adjusted to fit the back of most wolves (her new friend excluded, his back is too big). Then th epups can be inserted in the top end, and then the carrier wolf can easily traverse the river without getting the precious cargo wet.

Awesome!

Um. It needs to be tested.

Uh.

the young wolfess looked around, wondering how or who on earth she could ask to try this thing out/

His eyes were red, his stomach turned and his tongue was coated in a thick whitish red substance. Dominix needed to get out of here, he needed to escape. But how? This place was a prison, the rock’s twisted and turned like a maze and there was no colouration in anything. The rocks where a dark grey and here and there a rock would be stained red, a few bones here and there. Dominix hadn’t seen Yibio in quite some time and it concerned him, thought he had no time for thoughts of Yibio at the moment. The smell of illness clung to ever crevices and every blade of grass. Dominix could smell all the illnesses... the White Blindness... the White Mouth... Even the No Speak... it was all here. Every single one of them, all here. But why? He didn’t understand, how did he get here... when did he get here? And where can a wolf get a bite to eat around here? He quickened his pace, Dominix raised his muzzle to the air and let his nose lead him.

      A few hours passed since he first started to look around for food. It was no use though, there was nothing here. Dominix was already 2 times his normal body weight and growing thinner by the second. His gums hurt, he had ear mites, and his leg was twisted up a tad bit. His leg only slowed Dominix down, and he was getting tired of it. The wolf turned his gaze to a moving bush, if anything
he would be glad if it was the mangy old raccoon he saw three nights ago. But he let his hopes get the better of him, it was only a small mouse... mouse? How did it get in here? How did it get out? The wolf dropped down to the little creature and whispered out.
“Hey there little guy,” his voice a soft coo. “Can you show me how to get out?”

Dominix was going insane, ‘for Lupis’s sake I’m talking to a mouse’ he thought. The mouse, being a mouse, only squeaked and turned away. He barked in annoyance, and followed the mouse into the bush. The mouse squeaked and rushed away, Dominix stopped dead in his tracks and whispered out in awe. For he could see trees, he could see sky, he could see moss and bird!
“I’m out...”