Whitefish River the world's a beast of a burden

“Dawn?”

Ever since the bearish Count heard her call upon Kaistleoki’s borders, he has been curious. It is odd how the past continues to find him, and though he is always relieved to see familiar faces, his mind cannot help but wonder what has become of Sindri and Chai. Both have vanished without trace; their scent fading as the days continue to pass. And others, too, have moved on from their humble home. He worries, hoping they are alright, while also feeling a bitter feeling rising in his chest.

A soft smile nonetheless curves across the bear’s lips, his head tilted, with the hesitant wag of his tail tip. He is uncertain if the silver woman remembers him, but he remembers the successful hunt they shared—although she ended up fighting with a nasty thorn bush, and he still wishes he had the skills then to help her more.