Whitefish River pixels

Last post from me!

There is little that happens between them. There girl seems to be getting restless and, in the distance, he hears a voice. His ears twist upon his head and he decides they are close enough that Arlo can leave. He does not know the white woman, or what she is like, but it is no longer his concern. The child is no longer a concern to Drageda. He glances the way they’d came but he does not go back to double his scent and, instead, continues on the same path they’d been traveling the whole time and doesn’t look back.