Whitefish River 'cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign

Yukimi followed as much as she could keep up. With her breathing still on the rocks from the fracture, she kept her pace slow and steady -- and to her luck, Ash was generous enough to do the same for her sake. Hey, anything that isn't saltwater is fine by me. I think I woke up by the shore with a mouthful. the snowbird jested back, catching the grin that plastered his lips.

It was now late and the night sky was upon them, with the moon being the only thing illuminating their path. Thankfully, though, it's white light veiled down on a glittering stream -- just up ahead. Ah! I think I see it!

Maybe it would do them good to rest nearby for the night, too.