Kintla Flatlands wrapped in life in ultra greens

Technically set along Whitefish River where it begins to branch out and enter Sequoia Coast.  Open for anyone, though. :)

With the days that were slipping by following the fire at the plateau, Mordecai branched out to the surrounding territories.  Even out here, he could still smell the woodsmoke clinging to his frame.  But the scent was not as overpowering as it was where it lingered heavily on the ridgelines of the plateau; the relief from it was as welcome as it could have possibly become.  He felt burdened by what had happened there but not from guilt.  With Dante yet to turn up dead or alive or otherwise and the same going for Osprey, he had expanded the scope of his own search further out.

And so, the river had seemed the most logical place there was to go.  The day was clear and warm, the humidity kept as bay as the sun hung lowly overhead.  The warmth was of no concern to Mordecai, though all the same he had stuck to the shady aid of trees and shrubs, trekking his way along the muddy banks of the swollen river.  The ground felt marshy in places and it did not take him long to acquire a film of mud to his underside as he pushed his way through boggy grass patches and waded through the water that had surpassed its natural levees.  Yet even here he could not draw the scents of his companions, his packmate and leader.  The time it had taken to come out there was fruitless in its endeavor as well, much like the search ground what he considered the hallowed ground of the plateau.

Sighing heavily as he paused to drink from the muddied waters, Mordecai wondered if the worst was the answer.

Perhaps they were truly gone from the earth.

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