Swimming Up Stream

Bancha happily follows Ruse north from the falls up into the rapids territory. It was a place he was somewhat familiar with, but hadn’t fully explored yet. His teal gaze looks about, noticing how in the winter the trees appeared to be devoid of leaves. But were those little green buds popping up? Did that mean spring was on its way? Would the river soon thaw out and turn into the raging rapids that drew in bear and other predators?

He giggles at her comment, giving Ruse a confirming nod. “I bet in the summer time, the fish love the rapids,” Bancha adds on, looking to where the river now lay calm and subdued, waiting for the moment the glaciers from up north would soon melt and fill the bed to the brim.