Whitewater Gorge This fish filet is heaven

He really hadn't meant to stray this far from Legion, but here he was, eight days out. Kaertok hadn't seen another wolf since he had left the bypass, but he hadn't exactly been looking, either. Long, winding ranger trips like this one had always been his favorite, and he hoped that it might prove useful in one way or another. He had passed by a pack, which he intended to visit on his way back home, and now he was following a river north along its eastern bank. Despite the freezing temperatures, it seemed to be flowing in parts, and it provided a good landmark for him to use as a reference point.

When he spotted a wolf up ahead biting wildly at the water, Kaertok paused, curious as to what she was doing. Cautious, as always, the white bear moved forward in clear view, stopping again when he was within a few paces of her. Now that he was closer, he realized she was probably trying to grab some fish from the water. Hello, he greeted, already reciting the questions that he wanted to ask her.