Whitefish River another year without dying

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Her coat bore a combination of greys and browns, like autumn leaves falling upon the surface of stones, adorned with eyes of similar muddy hues. She appeared of a similar age to the smoky traveller himself, though her body was compact and muscular. Soltero kept one eye trained upon her movements, idly observing as she trailed her way to the water's edge - though her posture was neutral, he found himself taking an extra moment to stare suspiciously in her direction before returning a chuff of greeting in response, figure relaxing just a touch. Perhaps she would be a friendly one, though still he had few reasons to trust her. Perhaps... she might know the location in which he was intent on discovering, or the people he was searching for, and it was one of the few possibilities that soothed his worries.