The churning of the water subsided. Apparently the fish was sulking.
Linea was clearly much more interested in the small forest creatures that had been dancing earlier. Jack was fine with that-- Getting away from the lake edge, this close to nightfall, suited him JUUUST fine.
Dixie apparently read the room also (either that or she was so put out by the fish experience, she was high-tailing it.. She didn't say.), and had abruptly walked aside, then whistled twice. With almost alarming speed, her giant bird swooped down, landed just long enough for her to climb on, and she took off.
Jack took the opportunity to use his hatchet on the bone he collected earlier that day, with it placed against the trunk of a partially pushed over tree, to knock the end off, then sever off a small ring of bone to work with.
"AGREED." he rasped at Linea's admonishment about absurd intra-team conflict. "Lets git away from 'ere, a'fore it gets dark, an at thing gets curageous."
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Overhead, Dixie rode her giant eagle up above the lake surface. From that high up, she could see the whole lake. Far to the West side, the muddy embankments gave way to silt and then a yellow sand. To the east, it was all muddy silt, where water slowly trickled in from what appeared to be marshland. At the very least, it was a lot more wet that way. At the Eastern edge of the lake, small plumes of smoke rose through some sparse trees, and tiny dots of signal fires could be seen. Nudging her mount with her knees to steer, she angled for a descent near the signs of habitation, hoping to cut the runners off before they could reach their destination.
Swooping down and low, she does a flying dismount, and lands in a thick, heavy mud flat between the lake edge and the source of the smoke.