Whitefish River And I see fire, hollowing souls,

Riley hadn't been earning his keep lately. He patrolled rarely, which made him feel guilty -- and then made him feel useless. Susceptible to feelings of helplessness, it only drove Riley deeper into long bouts of isolation.

Today he managed to drag himself from deep within the glen, and was following Orlaith absentmindedly. Soon she would become aware of him, but for now he meandered after her scent at a slow gait that sped up only when he realized his friend was limping.