Whitefish River I'm done for, it's over, I'm through

The last time we checked in with Mister Dingo, he was in the north - or heading that way - along the plains. But it's been about a week since then, give or take. After the explanation from Takiyok that the region was only going to get colder, he was spooked in to heading south again. He trekked his way to the valley between the mountain range and the smaller Mount Apikuni, and then somehow powered through a few days of hiking to cross the abandoned real estate that was the Sunspire; the names of these places eluded him, and he didn't encounter another body until he was passing along the lower reaches of the range, creeping through Hoshor Plains and its snowy expanse. He thought he spotted a figure roaming nearby and called out to them — but they either did not hear him, or did not care to stop, maybe they weren't even there to begin with. Either way, Dingo was still alone by the time he neared the frigid riverside.

It was here that he chose to rest for a few hours; he stopped for a drink, gagging a bit as the cold water slipped down his throat, and busied himself with finding something to eat. He headed north along the river's bank and then stopped when he heard some commotion. Aside from a flock of distant snow geese honking overhead, he hadn't been granted any company, so the noises of someone down along the river's shallows drew him closer. He stopped about ten feet from the stranger, who was looming over the river and keeping himself occupied. Dingo didn't realize it was a fish, nor did he consider plunging his own face in to the icy water for any kind of sustenance (it was an idiotic idea in his less-than-esteemed opinion), but as he got nearer he saw the flopping silver shape and gasped, Woah! You're like some kind of ninja!