Swiftcurrent Creek Nicotine

On the west edge of the territory, between the Creek and Arrow Lake / the mountains.

A river came in to view before him, the sound drawing him across the earth. Something echoed in his head - the undulation of the waves perhaps? A sense of need, persisting. He looked back, spied the dark mountians standing like rows of teeth, and wondered, 'Did I come from there, or am I going there?' But the logical side of him countered that — he was going the other way, else his body would be facing the mountains not away from them. He had probably had this personal conversation a few times.

He dipped his head over the water, saw a flash of a face — the gold of Yellowbelly — and had to close his eyes so that he could drink without thinking. Otherwise, he'd have been stuck wondering who is that — who am I?

Once the need was satisfied, he turned his attention to the riverside. Which way should he go?