Whitefish River flares like a supernova

Luckily for Praimfaya's pride, Dacio did not witness her little outburst. He continued to study their surroundings, test the air with flared nostrils, even when his young ward grumbled out loud. It was then he blinked toward her, noticed defeat in the sag of her narrow shoulders, and he reached out to bump his speckled snout to a pale shoulder. A rare gesture, one of quiet support, a touch he shared only with Opalia.

"Let's keep moving," came his suggestion, understanding her frustration but not drawing attention to it. The girl is entitled to her rage, especially after all she'd suffered through in recent months. "Maybe we'll find a clue if we head deeper into the territory."

Like what, Dacio wondered as he pressed on to take the lead, a trail of fucking breadcrumbs that would lead them across the wilds to find all of Kaistleoki holding hands and singing around a campfire. He frowned to himself, knowing their chances of pinpointing where they might have relocated were slim to none, but he felt unwilling to allow Praimfaya to give up hope.