Whitefish River up the river

Takes place after the completion of this thread, whenever that may be

he had survived. by some miracle, he had clung to life and survived. and finding little solace on the isle he had washed up upon, after regaining his strength, aditya had seen land across the small channel and swam there, dragging a shuddering body onto the beach. his cuts had re-opened, and he found himself exhausted once again.

but a wanderer he was, and a wanderer he would always be.

he followed water, as a water wolf ought to. first a river, its delta wide and swampy, just across from the island. then he was cloaked in darkness as it flowed into a forest. he lost his way for a while, but regained it finding another small trickle of a stream in the trees. toed that small line until it left the forest and widened into a river again, and it was here that he flung himself on its bank, panting, eyes fluttering sleepily.

the ebony she-wolf he had chanced upon on the island had been nice enough, but he needed more. he was always needing more. he wasn't sure if he would ever find what he was looking for--but he would try, anyway.

AW, but hoping for some Morningside folks... @Grayday or @Dawn or @Pema interested?