Whitefish River With each sunrise brings a new adventure

hope you don't mind adi hopping in here on his way home

their journey was nearly at its end. aditya had broke off from dawn and pema for a little while to trot beside the river, hoping maybe to exercise his newly acquired fishing skills and find some food for the last stretch of the trip. he was eager to see grayday again, and to maybe meet these pups he'd heard so much about.

he had not gone far before seeing a pair of wolves nearby, one gray, one a dark brown. the latter spoke, her voice carrying over the breeze. neither of them carried any discernible pack scent--the journey had introduced him to the smells of moonspear, redhawk caldera, and the vale--so it seemed this was a meeting of lone wolves, wandering the wilds.

puffing his barrel chest out slightly, he approached with a neutral expression, ears pricked.