The land has flattened out and Tinker found the way easier most of the time. As the smells from what Warren called the Ocean became stronger, they would pass through marshy land. Tinker would be trotting along and all of a sudden she was up to her belly in water. She wrinkled her nose. This place smelled like rotting fish. The longer they walked through here, the more the idea of the rotting fish began to appeal to her.<br/><br/>They rounded a corner and the smell nearly knocked her over. There in front of her was a dead fish,just rotting in the sun, right there in the open. With a woof of joy, she flung herself on the fish and rolled all over it, paws in the air, ears wagging back and forth on the ground. She was beside herself with glee. Tinker had no idea what was so compelling about that hideous smell, but it drove her mad with a frenzied excitement.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, Warren, but you are going to have to find your own fish. This one is mine.”<br/><br/>Ordinarily Tinker would have been horrified to hear a female speak to her mate like that, especially since he was an Alpha, like Warren, but, the ecstasy was greater than anything she had ever known and overrode any sense of decorum.<br/><br/>When the fish was pulverized beyond recognition, she stood and shook herself, nose to tail. She trotted after Warren, very smug and pleased with herself. Warren was standing on a small rise when she joined him. The shooshing sound was greater there and the shrill cry of birds filled the air. Tinker looked and saw the biggest lake she had ever seen. This lake was alive as it rushed to the shore and playfully skipped back out.<br/><br/>“Warren, is that the ocean? Have we really reached the end of the world?” Tinker gamboled around her feline mate. Her exuberance still bubbled in her. She nipped at his tail. “Tag, you’re it.” And she raced toward the water.