Whitefish River and come undone

Fading this~

For minutes more, they persisted in their bizarre trailing of one another. The ground beneath his feet went from the marshy shoreline to solid earth, and the temperment of everything changed. His anger began to wane, only standing then by mere stubbornness of not giving in. But even Mordecai grew bored of their posturing in time. It wasn't until the faint grin began to emerge across the face of the other that he reconsidered what he was doing. As pleasurable as aggravating the other for the loss of his quarry was, it was less pleasurable now that it had become amusing.

But it was also just that: amusing. He returned the grin watery at first, but more steadily as he realized the oddity of their meeting. Just as well that they did not descend into violence, as there was little to gain. With a potential skirmish fading from the horizon, Mordecai pulled back in distance from the other, suggesting that there were no hard feelings. And when the time seemed appropriate, he left the increasing cover of the wood, to return to the stretch of shore he had come from and steadily make his way back to the vista of the snow-capped mountain.