Whitefish River Pale Underbelly

fading for Marcus here!

Marcus took note of the Wicken's proverbial tip of the hat and offered in return a curt nod as he finished his meal. He was glad to have been of some help to this youth, even if it was just for a day. The warm agouti male looked over his ward, bright yellow eyes following the boy's gaze outward towards the eastern mountains he had not yet explored. It was then he realized when he had pointed from which he came, he had pointed west. 

"It looks like destiny has us going our separate ways then. I think you'll find the terrain easy enough to navigate along with plenty of other spots to fish where you're headed." Getting up, Marcus bowed into a glorious stretch that elicited a satisfied grunt. "I hope you find what you are looking for. If you need me, look for me around here. I don't plan on going too much farther than this." Taking a chance, the loner lifted a single paw to playfully pat at the boy's shoulder, offering a chuff in support or the kid's endeavors. "I'm sure we will see each other again. Be safe, Wicken." With this wish bestowed upon his greyscale friend, Marcus was off to continue his journey.