Whitefish River I see fire, burning the trees,

"I am accompanied by but the rats." Behind her so, a small hairless tail seemed to wag a bit, before fleeing into the depths of the forest. She thought to be dinner, instead the Knight simply let the critter just be, "perhaps I sat here too long they think i'm a statue." There was a jester and a laughter as Orlaith thought so, for she did in-fact sit here so boredly and longly by herself, maybe she really would become but a boulder.

"Anytime, after all, I can't say I survived a bear attack with any other." At least, the Knight hopes. They had lost the bear long ago, but no one really knows where it went. They simply lost it along the way, and it lost their trail, for all the two knew, it was right beyond them. Every so often did Orlaith look behind her shoulder, wondering if the foe would appear again.