Whitefish River Pale Underbelly

Wicken had traversed through the new lands until he happened upon the shining river he now resided upon. It had been several days since he first walked the banks and soaked in the cool water to soothe the aching wounds on him. They had healed to the point they no longer burned with his sweat, but they still caused a considerable amount of pain with any movement. Eventually, he decided his strategy would be to starve and drink water like a fish to try and ease the hunger that was slowly consuming him. His thin figure was already considerably more emaciated than when his journey had started.

Wicken now laid beneath some foliage he had cleared and watched the shore line with groggy yellow eyes. He had spent much of his time near the water asleep, and he was not surprised that a wolf had managed to appear while he rested unawares. The talent of the stranger showed through with the wolf he seemed to have caught being consumed. He found himself more aware as he observed him. How had he caught one? He pondered as he looked to the water once again. Any attempts to catch fish had been fruitless thus far in his short life, but he doubted it would be easy. 

Wicken refused to address the other soul on the river bank. A stranger was always a fearful foe in the eyes of a broken wolf, and Wicken was by far the broken one.

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