Whitefish River If that’s all/everything/more

Though she'd not have taken any true offense to her instructions being gone against, she definitely would have taken comfort in knowing that he thought that, had she been capable of reading minds. He'd turned away, looking to the water as she'd previously said to do. While he had soon glanced back her way, the sigh heard was a good sign to go by that she would be successful in having him focus elsewhere—which is exactly what he had done. All the while, she had observed him, waiting for the moment in which his head was cast down into the river's flow. Once under, she'd taken several quick steps backwards, watching him, still, to be sure. It'd taken her but a matter of seconds to spin around once the distance between them was deemed enough, breaking into a run as her attempt to leave was made. Still, though, she knew nothing of him, his speed and other physical capabilities included.

A short ways off, a forested section of the shoreline was spotted, and so it had become her destination immediately. Under the coverage of a woods, she knew she would fare better, and so she'd desired an entrance into it more than anything.