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You flee away from the vicious pack of wild dogs, they weren’t far behind you but you managed to disappear down into the tree line. Slowing to a walk to catch your breath you hear rushing water and head towards it. Coming out to a running river you,

A] Follow the river up-stream
B] Cross the river to hide your scent

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Rickon huffed as he plowed through the thick brush, coming to a screeching halt when coming face-to-face with a rushing river. Catching his breath, he looked both ways, seeing the river went for miles. He feared taking one wrong step into a river and falling in, so, he took a right to follow the river downstream, hoping for a way around it. Yes, it was the long way around, but to him, it was worth it. Even if those dogs did find him again, he’d much rather fight those mutts than drowning. Rickon let out a tired snort, lowering his head as he let out a gentle yawn. His ears twitched to listen for the dogs, just in case they did happen to pick up his scent a second time. He needed to be prepared to run again, though now, he would be a little more cornered than before. Maybe this wasn’t such a bright idea…but his aquaphobia would cloud his mind before he could even attempt to cross that roaring stream. He took one glance at it, and a shiver already went down his spine. He thought to himself; “What am I going to do now..? I’m pretty much trapped. Trapped like a mouse in the jaws of a mountain lion…” He snorted more angrily this time, raising his head and picking up a quick trot, then hurried into a canter alongside the river. His black and blonde mane flowing behind him as his hooves battered the ground. His nostrils flared and he began to huff a second time, still a little exhausted from running earlier. This was going to be a long day…

Reference: thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/bay-ho…
Rickon (c)

Description

You flee away from the vicious pack of wild dogs, they weren’t far behind you but you managed to disappear down into the tree line. Slowing to a walk to catch your breath you hear rushing water and head towards it. Coming out to a running river you,

A] Follow the river up-stream
B] Cross the river to hide your scent

<-- Previous || Next -->

Rickon huffed as he plowed through the thick brush, coming to a screeching halt when coming face-to-face with a rushing river. Catching his breath, he looked both ways, seeing the river went for miles. He feared taking one wrong step into a river and falling in, so, he took a right to follow the river downstream, hoping for a way around it. Yes, it was the long way around, but to him, it was worth it. Even if those dogs did find him again, he’d much rather fight those mutts than drowning. Rickon let out a tired snort, lowering his head as he let out a gentle yawn. His ears twitched to listen for the dogs, just in case they did happen to pick up his scent a second time. He needed to be prepared to run again, though now, he would be a little more cornered than before. Maybe this wasn’t such a bright idea…but his aquaphobia would cloud his mind before he could even attempt to cross that roaring stream. He took one glance at it, and a shiver already went down his spine. He thought to himself; “What am I going to do now..? I’m pretty much trapped. Trapped like a mouse in the jaws of a mountain lion…” He snorted more angrily this time, raising his head and picking up a quick trot, then hurried into a canter alongside the river. His black and blonde mane flowing behind him as his hooves battered the ground. His nostrils flared and he began to huff a second time, still a little exhausted from running earlier. This was going to be a long day…

Reference: thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/bay-ho…
Rickon (c)