Whitewater Gorge Pale Butterfly

His eyes hasn’t picked up on the fallen log, still caught up in his own daze from earlier. ”Well,” He huffed in surprise and relief, ”that ought to work.” The sudden absence of Korei by his side allowed a wave of bitter cold to take her place. An inevitable shiver threw Lennon completely back into reality and he nodded. ”Alright, then.” He coaxed his way closer before leaping atop the dead wood, pausing a moment to make sure it wouldn’t move. Once it seemed steady, he continued his steps over.