Whitefish River BWP · out of control

He couldn’t help but hope that Ira was right, the idea of large game a much more inviting prospect then what his imagination was conjuring up. Although Dawn was quick to dismiss that idea. Emrik looked between the company that now surrounded him. Having grown-up in a more arid and flatter climate he was honestly at a loss for what could have possibly made such a sound.
Nodding along with Evergreen’s suggestion, “Sounds like a plan to me.” He was glad to find his packmates had such sure heads on their shoulders. A smile graced his lips, glad to be in good company despite the fears his imagination was trying to prey on.