A crunch against the snow of the river bank barely tore her attention away from the water below her. Anything that announced itself in such a way would either pass by or do whatever it desired without threat of attack. All that moved to track the wrath’s movements was a single ear to ensure peace. Inanna waited quietly while the wolf did as he pleased, pleasant enough in his quiet company as he too studied her, and studied the water she was peering into as though it held the depths of her thoughts.

Power. She answered simply, not taking her eyes off the splayed cracks and fractures in the ice. Each line went this way and that, some deep and some superficial. She knew from experience that some of these would shatter under the gentle push of a paw, while others would continue to hold firm even under the full weight of a wolf. From the snow dusted surface she could not tell which was which. She was almost sure the cracks themselves did not know. As she looked at them she pondered if she could be like the ice cracks, holding the power without even knowing the potential for the outcome.

Her eyes tore themselves away from the puzzles they had found and studied the white wolf who had approached her. A grin spread across her lips. It seemed as though white wolves tended to bring her the most interesting perspectives of the world around her. I am looking for answers, questions, and a path. I figure since water brings and creates all of these things the river would be a good place to start.