Ravensblood Forest a graven life, the stain of her memory

Searching for Osprey Jr.! Set on July 3 at about 3 in the afternoon. Location is in Ravensblood Forest, where the Whitefish River ends in a series of small creeks. Open for anyone.

He was beginning to feel insane. Hungry and strung out on exhaustion, Atticus felt like the days were beginning to repeat themselves. He rarely slept, grabbing fleeting catnaps here and there. His sleep was fitful and plagued with nightmares. His stomach loudly protested the lack of food, but he couldn't force himself to take the time away from his searching to run down something to eat.

He worked in Ravensblood Forest today, following the remnants of Whitefish River as it petered out in a series of narrowing creeks and streams amidst the silent forest. This was the river that Junior had presumably washed away on, yet he could find no evidence of her anywhere. It made no sense. He'd followed it from their lands all the way down this way, and never found a trail leading out of it, never found a body, anything. He didn't understand. So he just searched. And searched. Relentlessly, he searched.