Tinker chased Warren, and he chased her. Once she plowed into her, sending them nose over tail, rolling down a hill made of long, odd grass and sand. They ended up in a heap close to the edge of the lake. They lay there, intertwined, breathing hard and laughing. The roar of the water was something that Tinker had never experienced before. The closest thing she had heard like it was the waterfall on the edge of their pack hunting ground. But this roaring, was like the lake was breathing.<br/><br/>From the corner of her eye, she saw a strange rock scuttle of sideways. She licked Warren on the face and went to investigate it. When she drew close, she saw that the rock had two eyes on stalks, like a flower would be on. She leaned in closer to sniff it. Warren shouted to her, but she wanted to understand this rock with eyes. Suddeny, a snap from some claw closed around her nose. Tinker yelped, jumping straight up in the air. The rock came with her and didn’t let go.<br/><br/>She raced back to Warren, yipping all the way and tasting blood the whole way.