Whitefish River heavy snow fall wakes the neighbors

For @Bindi.

He ventured further along the river, once more headed in some aimless direction. Though it wasn't a true venture of an aimless wander; the river served as a guide to keep him on course. There were still many tracks along that very riverbank, at least where the mud would allow them. Even in spite of the late winter thaw, there were patches and places along the way where the ground remained too frozen still to retain any sort of visual marker.

His interests had shifted from tracking fully to just seeing what there was to see. It was another morning, pockmarked by a colder front rolling through. The branches were decked out in frost, yet everything that the sun seemed to capture suggested a chilly coating across things. It would pass soon, as the earth steadily warmed beneath the sun's gaze. Mordecai came to a stop just where the thick forests of the wilderness began, not entirely certain if he wanted to leave the sight of the flatlands behind him. The Plateau was well out of view now, and though he had tried to stay in close to it, the urge to venture farther and farther was a hard one to break.

So he lingered alongside the river, letting his thoughts gather into a decision as he investigated a set of muddy tracks.

low roar — patience