Whitefish River When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

day 2 of travels @Kerosene

After leaving their spot of rest, for hours she and her mate walked by moonlight. It was well past midnight now, and soon the sun would rise again. In the meantime, it was not yet that point. The moon and stars lit their path, twinkling in the open sky above. It would have been romantic, if Tonravik had an eye for romance, or for beautiful things. Instead, she was only thankful it was a cool enough night and that their path was lit well enough that they could see where they trekked perfectly clear.

He had mentioned to her hot springs, which she had never been to. Tonravik had explored some territories, but kept away from the flatlands. They offered little advantage, aside from Forests. Those, however, were far better upon mountains. Tonravik looked over the waters to the circular peaks in the distance. Here the river ran too rough to cross; they would need to keep going until there was an area good for passing. They had found a slow point on their journey here to drag Kivi through without her drowning, and that was some more miles ahead.