Totoka River the upper peninsula

@Coelacanth

Rokig was, by no means, a genius. This had to have been the most foolish act in his short life. He should have kept his lips sealed and accepted the sharp words of his family. Of course, he had held a grudge for some time against them. The days had blurred into weeks and eventually, weeks had become months. Most of his weeks had been spent in a stubborn mindset. Then he loosened his grip on his hatred and realized that perhaps he'd die out here if he didn't focus on something productive.

Lucky for Rokig it didn't seem he was going to die. No, life had something left to give him. He wasn't sure what just yet but it became clear as time went on that he was not meant to fade into the unknown.

It was the sharp bite of the sea air at his tender face that reminded him of the fact that he was still alive. He supposed he should have been grateful for the reminder. Instead, he gave a soft huff as he ceased his movements, silver eyes squinting against the breeze to try and see where he was. If someone just bothered to glance that might think of him as angry looking but a trained eye would be able to see that Rokig was rather lost in that moment.