Sawtooth Spire Bridges

I'm getting secondhand embarrassment from Tatsuya here.

The peal of rapids influenced his steps, thoughtlessly delving into the forest's verdure clutch. It served as a stressful reminder of his near death experience at Whitewater River unremitting. Even as they moved farther away, the sound remained. Not as earsplitting thankfully yet still ominous.
INDENTTogether they meandered through the boscage wordlessly. Company was enough to make Kapvik feel more integrated within the pack. Although he would not ostracize his company should they decide to speak up. Words – as useful as they were – had little value with the Gamma. Kapvik's words could mesmerize if he willed it. But then, his verses would have meaning. Pitiable exchanges do not. The wolverine did not use silence and sound as interchangeably as he thought. Silence had depth and timbre just as fathomable as words. Ears flicked at the Inuit's words. An invitation to ease him into speaking.
INDENT“Yeah.” A husky, impersonal retort. It troubled him as the silence returned. Kapvik marked a tree in urine. Here, he decided to expand on Aariak's statement. “This forest is, hm...healthier than normal.” It seemed that way to Kapvik. Was that what the Inuit was referring to? It is home to a lot of pretty flowers is what he was going to say next, but the wolverine did not like how oafish it sounded. “That bridge back there – never seen another like it.”