Whitefish River What the night knows

Beckett exhaled sharply through his nose in a semi-laugh, smirking ever-so-slightly. 'Forgiveness is a precious commodity around here.' he joked to himself. "Koontz. Got it. The name's Beckett... you -may- have heard of me... and I promise I'm not nearly as bad as some people would make me out to be. Okay, maybe just a little bit." the male snickered, flicking his tail to the side.

The soft breeze that blew across Beckett's back gave him a small shiver. Even someone as cynical as himself could appreciate the feeling of a cool breeze on a beautiful evening such as this one. Perhaps he would go stargazing later that night. But that was the least of his concerns at the moment. "Maybe you can help." he started once more, "I'm looking for an abandoned human settlement. Apparently it's been abandoned for a few months, and you can say I'm somewhat of a collector of human stuff so I'm very interested in finding it. My contact told me it could be found by following this river south and locating a clearing which had a trail. But so far I've had no luck finding it." he added with a huff.