Whitefish River a thousand times good night

the boy introduced himself as notch, and seems fairly upbeat, considering he'd just lost his meal. as he asks his question, she takes in his scent, and intuition rears it's head. she's instantly more cautious, peering at his face, though he appears to be a stranger like any other. still, she can not ignore the bad feeling lingering in her chest, though she tries.

"no," she answers plainly, pointing back in the direction fro which they'd come. "the border's back there." she glances back at Ira for affirmation, suddenly glad she's out here with her. maybe Ira shares the feeling, maybe not, but in any case, it's good to have backup.