Bitterroot Valley Been Running, Running, Running

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How long had he been running? How long had he been looking behind his back, just waiting for a familiar face to pop out and take his life? How long had it been since he left his mate and family behind, as it was too late for them? 

It was much too long, too long to wrap his head around. Ever since things had gone wrong for him, Nevouku had just run, and run and run. Endlessly, always looking back to see if he was being followed. Putting to work the skills he had been taught the last time he was here. But, he doubted the pack he had been in would still be around. And the place he arrived at, he didn't recognize this area. Nevouku had never traveled this far.

He stopped for a moment under a tree, leaning his side against it, panting. It had been close to a day, perhaps two since his last drink. He needed to find water soon, or else.