Lost Creek Hollow walkerworld 2.0

He found himself at the edge of a woodland stretching as far as the eye could see. It was like any other, though the distant sound of running water captured his attention. Bushtit cocked his head, listening, then began traipsing through the endless rows of trees. He came across a stream once or twice, though it was frozen. Soon, he lost all sense of direction.

His mouth fell open when he came to a clearing and found himself at the foot of a spring which tumbled down a stepladder of rocks in segments of various size. Bushtit’s eyes bounced from one little waterfall to another, marveling at this natural landmark for several moments. Then he shuffled closer to take a sip from the lowest plunge pool.

Bushtit didn’t hear her footsteps over the trickling water, though suddenly a figure emerged from another stretch of the tree line. The boy blinked and raised his head, water dripping sloppily from his pale chin. He hastily wiped at it, then hesitated before offering an awkward wave.