Otter Creek that what you wanted to hear?

for @Maegi

He had found his way through the mountain, spit out on a side of the teekons that was familiar. Not far was somewhere that was the utmost familiar to him. He had no interest in slipping into the forest that laid to the west of the creek, however. Whatever was there was not for him anymore. Or so he was inclined to believe.

The bitter memory of everything certainly led him to believe it.

If the waters could provide him with something useful he'd be on his way again. Perhaps north or he'd retrace his steps back to the east. He watched how it flowed, green eyes looking for anything that might move under the surface. There was nothing that demanded his attention. Not yet.