Whitefish River The Great Thorn

It was true; she did not know which path to take or any real direction that would have aided the onyx female. However, like all of their kind, she had a keen sense of instinct to follow, regardless of how useless it seemed on occasion. "The place you seek is called the Horizon, yes?" Stifling the groan of exertion she pushed herself to stand, favoring her 'wounded' paw by bearing down on its lightly. "I assumed it was named with significance... Perhaps it bears the face of a horizon like no other, worth the calling that all might find it." She shook her head slightly to fan out on her matted mane. "Even those that became lost from its graces." She smiled. "Life tends to thrive closer to water. Perhaps following the river will give us a proper direction to go by... then it will become a matter of trusting what you 'feel' is the right path."