Bitterroot Valley Good, feeling good,

No. No it does not, Cenric mumbled his agreement. Had it been winter, he wouldn’t mind as much. It was a more rainier season; days of constant storms were not uncommon. But weather like this during the warmer months? It’s just unheard of.

He hadn’t thought of the state of Whitebark until Célnes mentioned it. There were lots of streams and rivers running through the territory. If the storms kept up, it’d all go under. Agreed. The siblings would not drown alongside those wolves.

There was no sign of him down south. Granted, he hadn’t gone too far. Now he wasn’t sure if even wanted to. The lands were too flat over there. It’s too risky. I say we head west.

Cenric sighed and shook his head. I hope Friede wasn’t pulling your leg.