Whitefish River From Fiji to Tyree and the Isles of Ebony

Void has trekked down to the river for some fishing. He knew Meyl was not a fan of fish but he was, and perhaps other members of his pack were. But when he got to the river he was greeted with a scent he recognized, but could not immediately place. And then it hit him. Bear! The boy he’d found all those months ago, and then was gonna fight that girl Amalia over. Bear was here! Void broke into a sprint towards where the scent was coming from and soon the boy, who was no longer a boy and was a young man at this point, came into view. He stopped running then, and trotted up carefully, unsure if Bear would remember him. He looked at him, a solemn look in his eyes. “Bear.” He said