Whitefish River another year without dying

Sorry for lateness.

Grezig meandered along the river’s edge, following the water and not thinking much. She was doing a routine patrol of the outlying areas around the Plateau. She came across a male drinking water from the river and stopped, studying him from a distance for a moment. He seemed harmless enough. He lay down, and she approached close enough for him to notice her if he hadn’t already. She let him have his space, however, keeping a comfortable distance between them. She chuffed a greeting, keeping her body language neutral-friendly, sitting down to show she was not a threat. She waited.