Early morning. Degaré and Talbot are at Krokar's southern border along the St. John's Chokehold/River. Both characters are in lupus form.
Refreshed from good hunting and rest, the two canines resumed their exploration in the pre-dawn hours, when darkness still touched the land. It was damp goings – dew clung to the grass and brush, and when they touched these it passed to their fur. Degaré didn't mind this. He was quite content having eaten, though the purpose which drove the pair was ever-present.
They had not seen anything by the water, despite all the claims, and proof was as important as faith.
Finding the river had become a priority. By sunrise they surmised they were close, as there was an increase in greenery and loud, singing birds that warned one another about their passage. Every so often Degaré would stop to investigate a curious scent. He marked his own places just as often, and grew increasingly thirsty as their long miles pressed on.
When they did find the river, it became apparent that others frequented the area. A path followed the curve north, and after drinking long enough to sate their needs, the two sought its source.
They found the borders in the early morning and there lingered with interest, discussing the claimed stretch of land and its implications.