Whitefish River In the beginning was the word, and the word was...stop.
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Ooc — Sonia
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He'd cut by the Watch, snuck down by the Dome, avoided getting caught on the Plateau - Stark didn't feel like taking on the Wall again, with it's sharp rise and even sharper fall. The one time he'd been up on it he had nearly fallen repeatedly, the gusts of wind enough to take out even the most hearty of wolves. He was out scouting, maybe it was Tambourine's adventures that made him long for the open plains himself. He avoided Duskvale's territory on principle, not wanting to start some issue between the packs when avoiding one another entirely seemed to be a better option. Stark would never yield from the Keep or it's claim, no matter what the cost to himself, not when Octavia remained safely buried in Raven's Watch. 

It left his thoughts a flurry of emotion, swirling and rising in him as he found a steam. He wasn't familiar with the area as much as he should have been but still he longed to put the earth beneath his paws and see what he found for awhile. Stark took a moment, leaning down to drink from the river as he listened to the near eerie silence that accompanied winter. 
i grew a human and unfortunately as a horrible side effect lost an organ - as such will be slow from time to time.
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Ooc — Autie
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The chill of winter had finally come to Teekon, but that was never an aversion for Logan. His whole life had essentially been spent on his own, exploring the world surrounding him. It was only in the recent year he'd been traveling with his brother, who was his "pack" and would probably be his only packmate for the rest of his life, whatever may remain of it. He was young yet, but Logan had a knack for getting himself into tricky situations, but he also had a knack for somehow surviving them. 

Today found him out on his own as wanderlust had struck him again. Last time, he'd headed east of his and Crow's little hideaway in Shadow Mountain, so this time, he headed west into the mountains, and then started following the river he stumbled upon. He loved rivers, they had a sense of peace about them, and sometimes, they roiled and raged in places...perhaps he felt they reflected himself a bit in their mixed nature. As he plodded along, he spotted the dark figure a ways down, leaning down to drink. His nose told him it was another male, and that this territory was neutral, so perhaps he wouldn't find any trouble here, but he kept to the treeline, just in case. If the dark lupine said something, well...he'd see where that brought him.