Whitefish River i promise to be unique

the rhythmic tune of the water had put him in some sort of a trance. he didn’t hear anyone approaching, so the greeting shocked him to say the least. his head flailed in all directions until he set his sights on the stranger.

like the man he had met by the hotsprings, this one was scarred but in a more extreme fashion. someone really did a number on him.

“hi,” he greeted, “need somethin’?”