Totoka River "he waits for the wind to carry him home."

The coast called to him again and again, but he knew that there was no sustenance within the big water for him to survive upon. Perhaps upon the bank, where there was nothing but sand reaching for miles, but Clarence was not practiced in scrounging for a meal in tide pools nor in the act of fighting the chitin-clad beasts that frequented the area. So he did head east along the coast, but when signs of a river came to his ears and his nose, he deviated towards that instead.

His path led southeast until the river's vanishing point among some trees. With the weather growing more mild and the snow slowly easing its grip from the land, he did not feel inclined to slink beneath those trees. He relished the sunlight, bare as it was, and set to work investigating this new river. It had a vivacious current and a collection of overhangs, some stonework for crossing, and seemed like the idyllic place for him to gather and feast upon his favorite meal — fresh fish!

The creature settled on an abuttment with partial tree cover. He was drawn to it for the shafts of golden light that caught upon the uneven ground, and from that vantage point he could stare whistfully in to the depths of a deeper segment of the Totoka. Clarence wished for fish, but he was just as enamored by the play of the light in the water. He basked in the sun, sprawling out on his belly so that his long limbs could reach out over the bank, and he felt the splash of the fluid against his toes on occasion. It was perfection.