Whitefish River And there ain’t nothing wrong with feeling strong

“That’s good,” he hums, exhaling a breath of relief—for while he thinks the trip between the Mountains has become easier with time for him, but it is a rough adventure for those who are unfamiliar with the path. “Uh, to be honest, yeah. I was just wandering, and came across… two wolves in need of help. One of them decided to stick with me. From there, others… came, and we ended up forming a group.”

“It reminds me of my childhood.” His voice turns whispery, as he strolls through Whitefish River, he glances over towards Ira. She knows just how much his own family meant to him, especially with the loss of Thistle. “It’s everything Thistle and I wanted.”