Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

The scent of pack, his pack entered Zig's nose as he brought his head from the water once more. He turned to see Erzulie drinking from the river and, wagging his tail, moved to close the distance between them. Hey there, he said once he reached her, an excited glint in his ocean gaze. What brings you this far from pack territory? he added to his greeting with a lopsided grin on his face. Not that he wasn't ecstatic to see one of his packmates after being gone for a while; he was just curious. He was close to the coast, as he had been making his way back home, but he was still a good distance from Ironsea borders.