Whitefish River There Is so Much You Can Take

And there she found him, yet not fishing as the bear ought to be. He slumps at the water’s edge—sitting with mismatched green eyes staring off into space. A large part of him wishes they could go back in time, twist things around so it’s just him and Thistle, on Easthollow’s borders, Eve terrified of the aspect that Valette and Greyback are cannibals.
He turns at the sound of her approach, but doesn’t expect it to be Ira at first. Could be anyone in the pack, after all, he reasons that she’s got every right to avoid him right now. So when he realizes it is her, his jaw tightens, eyes zooming into focus and round ears airplaning out—a kicked puppy.
Hi.