Whitefish River Old Friends, New Tragedies

@Monty i swear this is the last of his little confusing route away from Monty

How long had he wandered now? Days? It was merely hours, maybe about a day now since his meeting with the wolves in the blur of the adrenaline. He hated them all, their blind eye to his pain, to his agony and chasing the paladin away at his time of need. 

With a nose filled with blood he wanderd across a border that was not there before, blind by the acrid scent of his own blood, Rosencrantz would soon find himself in a new predicament as he continued to weave his confusing web to the cannibal who may still be lingering in his shadow. 

Thankully now, maybe, this encounter would be more of a friend than a foe. As he wandered, he was blind to the sight of the familiar figure that lurked near by, blinded by nose and on the side of the face Connor lingered in - the spectre just wanted to continue on his convoluted path toward Rusalka, toward his long awaited heaven.