Whitefish River pixels

@Koume. Also, all welcome.

The next leg of ravel takes much longer than Arlo anticipates. He misses home, especially in the company of someone he doesn’t know and young enough that it’s not worth trying to explain. He does what he’s been told and eventually he’ll find a place far enough away from Drageda that he can begin his trek back to the cliff he lays his head to sleep at night. Most questions are warded off with silence as the next few days come and go. He hunts, she sleeps, eats, he’ll rest occasionally but for the most part he keeps the duo on their feet and on the go.
 
They’ve been traveling along the length of the river for most of the day as his own stomach rumbled, sure that hers is as well. He looks ahead, feeling a pull that gives him a little bit of encouragement. “Stay here,” he says, ears cupped forward as he then crosses the river at a narrow point and continues south in a quick trip.