Whitefish River I'd rather find myself in nature

Emrik was glad to hear the Connor was settling in, well as settled as you can get in the middle of a move. Em nodded along to his packmates words, “Good I’m glad you’re doing well, soon enough you’ll know this place inside and out.”

Humming along to the man’s concern, Emrik once again nodded in agreement. “I should be fine to return to the Plains.” There wasn’t really much of an option, he had no desire to stay here by himself and so he would have to head back with the others in order to get proper medical attention. “I can only imagine the earful I’ll get once she’s treated me. I doubt she’ll ever let me out of her sight again.” Emrik chuckled slightly, and shook his head. He had obviously been to confident in the promises he had made before leaving. Something that was sure to come back an bite him in the ass.

The trees grew thicker along the path. The stronger more resilient trunks having survived the quakes best. The ground grew rockier and the light didn’t quite reach the ground. Emrik had rarely been this way, but it was really the only way left to explore. Before the quakes this hadn’t been a popular place to go, and the path they currently followed spoke to that effect. It was narrow and windy, weaving between the edge of the river and the thick trees surrounding the rushing water.