Whitefish River If that’s all/everything/more

@Grayday, but as always, anyone is welcome. ^^ Set about five hours after this thread, in the area between Silvertip and Blacktail Deer Plateau.

Asterr had continued.

Despite the beings that she'd seen, and the exchanges that she'd been met with, the girl had continued. A location that spoke to her had yet to be reached, and so her journey was not yet ready to be concluded. Still, she couldn't help but feel homesick, longing for the lair and a particular male that lived within it. She did not turn back, however, shaking the thoughts from her head and then locking them away in the back of her mind. For as long as she did not think of home, she would not crave to be within it, allowing for her to travel without her heart aching after each and every step. She'd focused on other things, such as the river that she'd been walking along, sometimes spotting a fish that had been brave enough to break the surface, but otherwise enjoying the peaceful silence. Alone had she made herself, but she knew it to be for the best. She could not have nature upsetting the balance that she'd established within the cavern, especially when such an event was easily preventable—just as long as she was beyond her claim for the time being, everything would remain just as it was meant to be.

With journeys, there came weariness, and she'd felt herself growing exhausted after having been traveling for some time without enough of stops in between. When her stomach had finally rumbled, she'd settled down along the river's edge, gazing down into the water as her eyes roamed over its surface. During the famine, she'd grown accustomed to fishing, but hadn't perfected the technique. Still, she knew enough to stand a chance at catching something, and so she'd stayed there, perfectly still and watching in wait.