Whitefish River heavy snow fall wakes the neighbors

Ultimately, the deliberation between heading back towards the flatlands or venturing further into the start of the thick woodland was a short one. Mordecai pressed forward no more than half a minute later, deciding he could simply double the pace back to the plateau later. Perhaps if he found something of particular interest, his travels would be all for naught. If anything, Dante would appreciate what he picked up out there, or so he felt.

As the river curved around through a sloping patch, Mordecai became aware that here, he was not alone. Losing the ability to spot someone at a great length away almost gave him enough pause to retreat to the flatlands. Again, he refrained, if only knowing that in the timber, he gained a bit of cover himself. This wasn't needed, as the natural bend of the earth revealed to him what his awareness had pointed out seconds ago. And this wolf, he recognized from just a few days ago. The dark female, from Silvertip. Bindi.

"Hard work climbing that mountain all the time, isn't it?" he queried, gently.