Totoka River Now I'm on the outside

Maybe someone from Bonechewers...?

After setting out from Moonspear at daybreak, Wildfire didn't stop moving until nightfall. Despite a long day of traveling, she didn't feel particularly spent. She only stopped, really, because a river materialized, blocking her path. She could use a water break. However, when she dipped her smudged muzzle down for a drink, she spat out the brackish water immediately, nose wrinkling. She could hear the pounding sea surf in the distance off to her left and smell the salt on the breeze. The river likely emptied into the ocean, which meant she was probably drinking from a delta. Wildfire's tongue scraped against her teeth.

She pivoted and loped inland, stopping to test the water again only after traipsing half a mile. It was cold, sweet and very fresh. Wildfire lapped greedily, only finishing when her stomach felt filled to bursting. With a sigh, she backpedaled a few steps and sank onto her haunches. Despite all the water in her belly, it grumbled hungrily. She would have to hunt soon. She was a pretty skilled small game hunter at this point and it was perfect timing to pick off one kind of crepuscular critter or another.

For the moment, though, Wildfire took a moment to just sit and enjoy the stillness of the February evening, the strange allure of her surroundings and the sense of freedom and elation that came with solo scouting trips like this one.