Whitefish River but I stay outside his reach

A strange man; possessive of land which was not his own. Hokulani's tail shifted as she pondered what was to be done here. He was too old for her tastes, a man while she was a girl, so her usual song and dance was out of the question.

Hōkūlani Halu. She offered her name, though he had not asked. It felt polite. I have no purpose here, really. Only wandering through. Her tail waved low, a quiet sign of deference.

She had nowhere to go, and nowhere to be. The land ahead, it calls to me. She spoke, nodding her head towards the horizon. What do you know of it?