Whitefish River Unvsiyv

Perhaps he should have been more worried about her than the other way around.

Maybe he should figure out how the hell to keep something like a massive bird around if it was so great a hunter. His hunger reminded him of this.

Athens — but, um, whatever is...easy for you works too. His foreign lips. How did he feel like an outsider in a place that neither one of them claimed? His eyes moved away from Losi's features, following the land beyond the river towards the stone walls.

Why had he truly asked? Could he survive that kind of climate even if it was only to pass through it? What if he reached a top only to see that it spanned on for eternity?

It feels important, I guess. Hardly a sound reason but that feeling was there, stirred and kicked in his chest. It's either going through them or seeing if there's any way around. Which feels...unwise, compared to my first choice.