Whitefish River a crack in the mirror

Keeping Skaro's possible injuries vague. Travel thread so he can get to SB. He's followed the river to Greatwater Lake. Maybe @Meldresi or someone from BFW can spot him? A brief encounter might be fun.

When one venture did not pan out, it was always a good idea to have a backup plan. The only plan that this nimble-footed scoundrel could drum up was... to run. And he did it with gusto, barely stopping as he caroused through the thick forest and over strange fields of snow; he saw distant mountains and thought, yes, that is a good destination. Any destination would've piqued his interest at this point. Perhaps he would have better luck in the shadow of these mountains.

When Skaro did stop, he was forced to. A river suddenly cut through his path, zigging and zagging in a manner which prevented further exploration. A part of him was glad; he was a nervous beast, and made more erratic in his fear of heights - the mountains seemed like a good idea until they were within reach, and this fear was remembered. So instead of heading towards the cliffs, Skaro followed the river.

He ached from the travel. He ached in the pit of his stomach from lack of food, and his tongue was growing sore without fluids to drink; a few times Skaro had tried to eat snow to satiate himself, but that only made his stomach rebel. He had learned within the first year of his life that snow was a deadly thing, but most importantly... It was a tricky, taunting, evil thing. You could munch on it all day if you had the constitution... But in the end, the effort was futile.

He mewled as he wandered, cried out in to the dark with the slim hope that something would stir and wake. He hoped in his desperation that the winter would be kind to him, but having been born at the harshest time of year, Skaro knew better. He could not trust the winter the same way he could not trust the mountains, or this foreign river he now trailed.