Whitefish River It doesn't matter what you mean. It's what you do.

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His paws yearned for adventure and without a second thought he crossed the border of Rusalka and headed in the direction of Whitefish River. He had heard of nothing in particular of the river but had enough experience to know, like his counterpart, that it was probably not worth risking his life to cross such thin ice. He neared the river in silence, watching in what seemed like slow motion as the dark furred Belharra threw at the ice a stick that immediate fell through--curiousity brought him closer. He had never seen a wolf do such a trick, the tactic was actually quite brillant in his mind and he thought to give the woman his opinion. "That is something you don't see very often, you must have some experience on the ice?" he asked her, his head tilting to the side. Onyx didn't particularly like large bodies of water, and liked them even less when they were glossed over with ice, his patience was ever expanding but never enough to try his hand at crossing something as expansive as iced over waterways and he figured he'd found the same in Belharra. Picking up a stick of his own, equally as large as the woman's he tossed it onto the ice and saw like his counterpart it was eaten as quickly as it was placed. "that's the most dangerous trap if I've ever seen one, it can't hold the weight of a stick let along that of a wolf." he said, more so to himself than the dark woman. "Mother nature can be so cruel sometimes." and he fell silent, observing the hole in which his stick had disappeared.