Boartusk Heights Tenderfoot

Tenderfoot Creek Hatchery here in BC raises salmon and releases them to keep the population strong, and its where the name of this pack landmark comes from.

Tulimaq spent a few hours toiling in the woods, often returning to the same red-toned tree as a means of gathering his bearings, but it wasn't until he heard the sound of flowing water that he realized he'd been following a trail of similar-looking trees; whatever blight had caused their shift of color must have roamed through the hills. The trees had formed a jagged line through the forest and he'd followed along that line without realizing it. Silently, sullenly, he cursed at himself for being so easily manipulated. Tulimaq was tired and he was frustrated but he valued the physicality the world forced upon him, and to have that twisted against him caused a deep (almost spiritual) hurt.

Alas, he would have to find his way through the forest at some point - either to find something to eat or just to get the hell out of there. He wasn't in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the area (and it was beautiful; it was untamed and filled with dangers). The man took a few moments to gather his thoughts and then he set out again, this time heading further east, up a ridge and along an animal trail that smelled alluring (although he had never smelled pig before, and didn't know that's what he'd found).

When he finally stopped again he was breathing hard. The air had begun to thin and even the well-traveled beast would have to adjust. He would need to slow down and acclimatize rather than brute-force his way up the mountain; so he huffed a deep and brooding sigh, and went hunting for the sound of that bubbling brook. At the very least he could get a drink and cool his head.