Whitefish River up the river

Pema had set out that morning with a plan to head to the Firestone Hot Springs. As a budding medic she knew that many medicines needed to be soaked and at time boiled in water. If their had been a hot spring some place in Blacktail Deer Plateau she wouldn't have needed to venture off away from the territory. Maybe there was one, but just hidden away. In either case the only place she knew she was going to find a hot springs was to the South West. Once she got there she wasn't sure what she could do. It's not as though they could transport the water and keep it hot. But becomming acustom to the route would make it quicker and easier to get to.

Like when she had first arrived in the Teekon Wilds, she decided to follow along the path of the Whitefish River. Heading south bound. But on her journey she found something possibly more interesting then the hot springs. At first she way Dawn, who she had the chance of meeting a few days prior. Her stance wasn't neutral and she looked hiper focused. Looking past her she way what it was she was uncertain about. 

A larger male, with tan and dark coloration. As she walked up she could see him attempt to stand, but fall onto his back side. He was talking, but she only caught the tail end of it when she approched. Bought how he had washed up on an island further up the river. When she got close enough she could smell the salt in his coat and see the scratched and cuts on him. She imagined how they must burn whenever a grain of salt got near them.

Pema walked up along Dawn's side making a choff noise to let her know she was comming beside her as not to scare her. She glanced over at Dawn to see how she was reacting to the male before saying. "Are you alright? My name is Pema. What did you say your name was I didn't quite get it."