Whitefish River Unvsiyv

Losi and Tawodi ventured up the Whitefish River until just about where it started to bend, kissing the base of a small cliff, crowned by trees. Her hawk companion had ventured higher up to stake out the area, his shrill call signaling pack wolves were nearby.

“They must be up there.” She mused, making note not to venture in that direction. The river was also a great deterrent—she was on the other side of it, opposite of the plateau, and would have to cross the moving waters. 

The foreign woman called for her hawk companion as she chose her current spot to fish. Surely, with the help of Tawodi, her efforts would be fruitful, her belly full, and they could rest to continue on their journey. 

“Atsadi, Tawodi! You seek, I will catch.” The hawk was capable of doing this on his own, Losi knew this, but she needed something to do. And, a dip in the river would feel heavenly.