Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

Zig chuckled at her teasing. It was warranted. She probably strayed from their borders for much the same reasons he did--boredom and curiosity. I have. I was headed back to the sea, but couldn't resist the draw of the water here. He lied down in the water then but with his size, his head and neck were still well above the water level. It's been too long, he wistfully added a second later. It may seem a little dramatic, but he loved the sea; he had been near it his whole life, so being away from it for long periods of time was tough. It was difficult to juggle his love for the ocean with his love of exploring, but he usually found ways to deal with it, hence jumping straight into whatever body of water he came across while out scouting.