Whitefish River BWP · out of control

Emrik had felt antsy for the last few days, and uneasiness settling in his stomach. He wasn't sure why, and he had chalked the feeling up to paranoia, keeping his thoughts to himself. But the tremor beneath his paws pulled guilt from his chest. Something wasn't right.

He had been on his way to one of the caches to grab something for Speedy when he found Evergreen's scent. His unease flourished into fear, and he felt the need for reassurance. "Evergreen." Emrik called softly as he came up beside the man. "What was that?" He was afraid to raise his voice any higher, that any slight disturbance would bring the roar of the unknown back upon them.