Whitefish River do you remember summer '09

how 'bout me

He had been feeling particularly nostalgic that day, so Koda ditched his buddies at the creek to check out some of his old haunts. He hit up the Whitefish River first. Being an avid angler, Koda had spent a lot of time on these banks throughout his time at Blacktail Deer Plateau. He lingered near the spot he'd met Kesuk for a long while, staring absently into the rushing waters that had almost swept her away the very day he'd met her. He'd managed to save her that day, only to end up drifting apart later on. Having almost lost her once, he'd wanted to keep her by his side always, but she hated being cooped up. He felt a sudden tightness in his chest as he wondered where she was now, if she was happy, if she'd found someone new..

Time to move on. Koda continued to follow the river upstream, toward the plateau soaring proudly over the grassy landscape. His thoughts now dwelled on the crap he'd put up with as a member of that pack. The crappy leadership, the dude on dude stuff, the mouthy spoiled brats! How had he lasted so long there? Still, he couldn't help but wonder what they were all up to.

But those thoughts were pushed aside when he came upon Aria, sitting quietly on the riverbank. At first, he thought he'd bumped into Pallas again, but that was a fleeting thought as this she-wolf was clearly much younger and daintier. Koda paused several steps away and wagged his tail in a friendly manner. "Hello there."