The Heartwood Slowly tears you apart

It wasn't until after he made camp in the Heartwood that the rain eased. It did not stop but transitioned from the many heavy pelting drops to something more mist-like.

Kigipigak took the time to clean himself up. There were many pools of standing water leftover by the storm, and he used these to liberally remove the mud and discoloration to his forelimbs, belly, and anywhere else the road had tarnished.

It wasn't a perfect job. Refreshed nonetheless, he then set about finding a meal. Throughout his morning and in to the late afternoon the showers intermittently strengthened; he remained alone, and silent, and found little here to ease his hunger.

Another defeat, temporarily.