Mudminnow River Their own number

the water of the snaking river whose bank that panther followed was ...unattractive, to say the least. truth be told, it looked downright repulsive. given the choice between dying of dehydration and drinking the murkwater panther is fairly certain he would choose dying before he drank it. though the perk of what appears to be fertile banks — teeming with lush flora the colors of icing green and candy flowers that smell just as sweet — does not necessarily outweigh the fact that he has mentally declared the murky river itself as undrinkable.

the scents of minks and raccoons hang heavy over the flower perfumes and it is one of these creatures that he is pursuit of as he comes across the scent of another. steps slow to a cautious halt and he draws in a deep breath, analyzing the scent with careful consideration. female. pack wolf.

panther weighs his options. though the wounds on his neck and throat have healed to ugly pink scars and his vocal chords have improved as they heal ( though he hasn't been practicing ) he still remains unaware of everything that happened and who he was prior to waking up after The Incident. he's faces and readily accepts that he might never know ...but cannot deny that it might present a challenge to those in the wilds that knew him prior. regardless, their paths are about to cross and given that he has little time to make a smooth get-a-way without being caught, glacial gaze studies her clinically as she materializes into his view and he lets out a raw amiable chuff. it's rough sounding and he can't help the visible cringe that flits across his features.