Totoka River a time to be born and a time to die

tagging for reference, all welcome!

No sooner than the man arrived home, did he leave again. The news of @Aria’s departure had been one of the first things to hit his ears [and nose] and Komodo was unsettled with how often he thought of her absence in so little time. The brute didn’t really know what the delicate, snow white fae was to him — he didn’t really want to think about it too much, or to complicate things — but apparently, as his gut reaction told him, she was something. 

He wanted her back.

Figuring his absence would not disturb the stormborn wolves too much [he had only just made his reintroduction, after all], the angakkuq moved out. Komodo crossed the sandbar at low tide, for he was not fond of dampening the fawnskin pouch that hung ‘round his neck by braving the channel, then found the river and followed its arrowlike shores. This path had been explored once more and he found it to be nothing special — but soon, with the cooling of temperatures, it was likely the water would freeze over and trap the life beneath. The scene would easily transition into that of deep winter: frozen, dark, unmoving. Then, he would miss the rushing of these waters.

With that thought heavy on his mind, Komodo continued on his slow moving trek.