Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

-Demons Within...-
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Nosferatu caught the change in her expression, but his own did not change. His pale eyes lingered on Huntress for a moment. Mentally, he was laughing all the way. She didn't have full control over them, and it would seem they were the mocking sort rather than their own entity that tried to get her to do as they wished to their own gains. Nosferatu never had voices, but he had his own demons to control, something he did quite well enough in fact.

The scent of the moose was not unnoticed by Nosferatu. He could smell it just as easily as she, if not better due to his state. The sable and white brute narrowed his pale blue eyes momentarily before shrugging. Moose wasn't to his taste, but why not? He could whatever he pleased, so it was of little concern whether he went along with her or not. And so, he did, purposely staying about 2 or 3 steps behind Huntress. Logic would clearly be stating it was her find, let her lead the way.

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