Mudminnow River small sacred kisses

im flinging him across the map with impunity hello

Eventually, Gannet knew he would need to go see Hydra. He figured probably she hadn't liked him leaving, but he was still really glad he'd done it, and he wasn't sure he wanted to join Moonspear again. Charon had never much been able to get past his family, and being judged for what they'd done didn't sit well for him anymore.

But he missed her, and sometime soon he'd at least go her way. She was still his best friend, after all. And who knew? Maybe things had changed. He had.

Gannet frowned as he heard the sound of a river approaching, and he steered sideways, not keen on crossing. Some things had changed, and some hadn't; he was still afraid of the water even after this time.

He could see it glinting off to the side, and shivered, remembering how he'd fallen through that day. Then he spotted a shape. There were no packs here, right? It looked as if they were alone. Gannet was a social creature at heart, and made to meet them, tail at a friendly jaunt and posture non-threatening. He'd just be sure to stay well clear of the ice.