Whitefish River winsome athletic

his parents had told him about the tornado, how it had killed things and torn up the earth. and so, with a child's curiosity, Cas had set out to see what he could see. however, the area he traversed, keeping close to the plateau, was rather untouched. disappointed though he was, a mingling of odd scents hung in the air, and the boy wrinkled his nose. "hm." 

yet in the next moment, a pair of fighting chipmunks by the river's edge distracted him, and he crouched in the dirt, chortling at their antics and wondering if he would catch one, should he pounce at them.