Whitefish River Forever Wandering

@Ira @Evergreen or anyone else in KO ;)

Partly Cloudy, 35 degrees, midday.

After his experience with the cougar in the eerie Blackfoot Forest, he decides to make his way out. Trekking around the southern parts of the forever expanding mountains, he’s made his way into the Kintla Flatlands. The land here is just as it’s explained–flat. Even then, there’s still much to see. He’s passed by a Great Lake that took him forever to get around and has finally decided to follow this river.

The rushing water is plentiful as well as the fish within it. He paws along it for hours upon hours, waiting to stumble upon an area that the rapids slow and fishing is easier. Little does he know, he’s walked into the territory of a wolf pack. Though, just barely skimming the borders, he doesn’t find himself too close to the heart of their land.

So here he stands, paws trotting onto the pebbled bank to feel the cold water surround him when he takes his first step in. The moss covered rocks that dot this area of the river help slow the forever rushing water. The water isn’t too deep, or at least the area he goes in isn’t, it reaches the middle of his forearm. Cross stands there, eyes darting through the water for his opportunity far an easy catch. 

When the sliver of scales present itself, he’s diving his head into the water as fast as he’s able to. He’s lucky, for he catches the tail end of a medium sized fish in his teeth. Pulling his head from the water, his fur soaking wet, he trots back to the bank. Putting it down and grabbing it by the midsection again, he shakes and crunches it’s bones between his teeth. With the the fish finally at rest he slinks over to a grassy area and begins to eat. Unaware of the others that will potentially find him or have already found him, the great white wolf basks in the glory of his meal.