Whitebark Stream Discovery

The young male walked further when she said goodbye in her own way. Perhaps faith would indeed let them see each other again, but he doubted it. He was heading South (At least he thought so, but his sense of direction was terrible) , and would only stop when he would find a pack to join that needed a medic.

I'm heading South, travellin' 'til I find a place to settle. He said, his body pointed to the West. His sense of direction had been bad since the day he was born, his mother had told him. He thought it was a joke and laughed at her, not taking her comment seriously. But now, he wished he had. The masked boy started walking again, only looking back once more to see if she had any comments.

If the female had nothing more to say, he would trot all the way to the coast instead of going South like he wanted to.