Mudminnow River Stop for nothing

The south was quite spooky of this particular evening and Freyja couldn’t help but feel on edge due to the conditions. Their days of work were almost coming to a close  and the conditions were only getting worse for the hunt ahead. To make matters worse it seemed as if the trail ended abruptly as the grass under paw turned into mud.


She went to work to attempt to find the trail and was entirely too preoccupied to even concern herself with the conversation between her father and Wildfire. With her nose hovering above the ground, Freyja toddled eastward as she caught a trace of the smell and soon found some markings in the ground.

“Hey!” She called, turning to glance over her shoulder. “It’s this way! They’re traveling along the river.”