Whitefish River When the thunder calls for me

Patrolling Whitefish River is a habit by now, yet it never ceases to leave the bearish wolf feeling accomplished. Each marker a step closer to maintaining their territory, and letting others know that the Kaistleoki wolves are officially beginning to move in. Alas, as the sun starts to set, Evergreen moves like clockwork; striding across the boundaries with practiced ease.

Of course, as his journey continues, he finds himself parched. Jaws parted, he shifts his direction towards the river he’s grown to know and love. The shallow parts are a favorite of his, if only because he enjoys lazing amongst the cool pools as the summer heat slowly starts to seep into the Wilds.

Round ears swerve ahead, and he pauses in his steps. It is not bizarre to hear the splashing of water any longer, for Kaistleoki grows more in number by the day. Shaking off the feeling, Evergreen continues. Only to spot that it is a stranger, and… she’s hurt.

“Miss?” He rushes forward, pausing at the shoreline. Probably not a good idea to go lunging in. Eve would feel terrible if he ends up startling her. “Are you okay? What happened?” His ears flatten, concern clear as day in his voice and expression.