Whitefish River Cut Scene

honestly can’t remember if these guys met, but im assuming they did at some point

They hadn’t been here long, and Emrik was still on a constant alert for danger. With their scent still so faint anything could come wandering. And so the sight of a matted, wounded canid sitting along the rivers edge wasn’t entirely unexpected, but definitely unwanted. Emrik’s tail rose and his ears pulled forward. Curious, but also demanding in its nature.

As the man grew closer Emrik’s gut told him something was different. Slowly the haggered looking individual morphed into, “Hieronymous? Emrik called, cautiously optimistic. “Is that you buddy?”