Whitefish River give me something, it ain't enough

The sound of grass, dirt, water. All of it was quite peaceful, having been chased out of territory after territory. A river flowed south, a possible hunting spot? Possibly. 

Apisi was not one for making noise in any sense and he had no set journey at any given time. A nomad travelling on the wind. 

As he approached the river, he saw something moving along the riverbed. Red, small. 

He froze, hesitating to make any sudden movements as to not attract attention. He decided against not moving as the figure seemed to approach, although it might've been his sight acting up. Wading into the water felt refreshing but the creeping paranoia of being spotted caused his muscles to tense. 

The silent loner kept his eyes trained on the distant figure, waiting and watching.