Whitefish River Unvsiyv

He had not found any sense of comfort in traveling so far.

Most of the time it felt like he drifted on some instinctual auto-pilot. It was what forced him inland, away from the roar of crashing waves and salted waters. The water here seemed a touch kinder to his senses and the flatlands all the better for his walking stability.

Yet he realized now that his path would eventually lead him into the mountainsides if he carried on this way. That would be a whole other beast to conquer when the time came — or another thing to quietly ignore...

Here was a distraction, though. A woman and a bird — the pair should not have seemed so odd to him, but perhaps it was their unity that struck him as odd. He meant to say something about it, or even a greeting, but instead he only managed a humming sound of curiosity.

Words jumbled on the tip of his tongue.

Maybe he did not want to disturb whatever this was, but he also wished to partake in the river waters.