Whitewater Gorge The Old Tale-Teller

Nikan was in a mood again. Not one of his normal, calm but could change at any minute type moods but an actual pissed off mood. He'd failed a hunt,face planted in some sort of deer or elk shit, Washed it off with water colder than his soul, and then worst of all, still had no leads on Awinita. All of this was running through his head as he ran, not watching where he was going. Due to not paying attention he slammed into someone and once more ended up on the ground. "For fucks sake can't you move out the way?" He snapped immediately leaping to his paws and staring at the dude. Who gave a fuck if it was his fault?