Swiftcurrent Creek River rafting in winter thaw

Arric found himself treading near the river. Chunks of ice and broken branches littering from recent storms. He knew it could be treacherous. And as such he began pulling limbs from the edges. Paws and claws digging into the frosty ground. He did not want littles to see logs and thing oh a boat and jump atop it like a true son or daughter of the creek. Something he wished to avoid.