Whitefish River between two points

The goal was to head north. Tiarnan knew this, but he was also keenly aware of his poor judgement when it came to directions. Prior to his allegiance to Jinx and her horde, he had wandered like any vagrant child would. To stick to the mountain range was difficult - but maybe his new leader knew that the transition would be hard. Maybe he had been allocated for this task because of some.. Desire by the white woman. Tiarnan scoffed at the thought as he moseyed along.

It had been hours since he had seen his travelling buddy. Kaname - the dark wolf who he, in all honesty, did not have a name for - had become lost after a few hours. Their gait was considerably different from Tiarnan's, who was long-legged but far from trained in the art of stealth and speed. Somehow his companion in this mission was quite the professional - he was probably over the river by now and far, far ahead. Or perhaps north, since that was... The point. North and across the river.

Well, he had reached the river. The sound of it eased some of the nervous tension from him, but that only returned in a sharp wave of hot apprehension when he spotted a figure along the embankment. The boy's nostrils flared as he ducked low, taking on a cautious and quick stride in order to drift closer. He made no sound of warning or greeting to the stranger, hoping to sneak beyond them and head upriver before being spotted.