Whitefish River I'd rather find myself in nature

“Hey Connor.” Emrik offered a smile for the man, and flicked his head in the direction that he wanted to head. “Come on.” He started walking, figuring they could walk and talk, multi-tasking at it’s finest.

“I slept well, thanks for asking. And I’m feeling pretty good.” Again he smiled, glancing over his shoulder at the larger man. He was feeling better, if only marginally. But he had no wish to complain, seeing as there was nothing that could be done until they returned to the plains. “Thanks again for the rescue, I don’t know what I would have done without you and Inna.” Emrik could only imagine how much worse the situation could have been.

“How’s it been going?” With his most recent injury Emrik hadn't been able to help as much as he would have liked, and he was anxious to return to Speedy. He wasn’t sure what his cheek looked like, but he knew it wasn’t pretty and he knew it would be better for Speedy to take a look sooner rather than later. Alas he had no intention of calling the scouting trip early. They needed to return to the river. This is where he wanted his children to be born, and where he wanted to start his new life.