Whitefish River A Sparrow Sits on the Backstep, Watching

@Hieronymous

Celara had been walking for several days by the time she saw the river. It was a relief to finally reach it, for though she had memorized the directions and followed them exactly, it had been a while since she had seen any landmarks. Besides, it meant her journey was nearly over. All she would have to do now was follow it until she smelled the scent markers.

Celara took the chance to lap at the water and catch a few small fish. The terrain that she traveled was unfamiliar, so she had not been able to hunt well, but she had fished at her old land. Satiated, she looked around. The river ran across the land, far beyond her vision. Along it's banks were patches of light woodland, and lush fields. Beyond that, green grass slowly turned brown. This place was beautiful, nearly as much so as Vale. 

Celara shook herself dry and continued on. She would train here, under the wolf Reiko had told her of. She would become stronger, be able to protect the empire that was now her home. And she would be useful to it, and be allowed to stay. First, however, she had to find her teacher.

At last, the scent of the border hit her nostrils. She grit her teeth and howled.