Peaceful Home

A few months had past since facing the Ogopogo, and  spring had arrived melting away most of the snow, replacing the hard snow covered grow with soft mud.

Whiskey-Jack sat outside, taking in the beauty of fresh leaves forming and a sense of life returning to the land. "Tel seems to be settling in quite well" as he noticed Muskrat sitting on the ground with his arms resting

on Tel's back.

The two having formed a rather close bond, after learning to play together, where Muskrat would throw a stick and Tel retrieving it.

Midok and Muskrat were a little resistant to Tel at first, afraid he would attack at any moment, and refusing to let their guard down around the huge white wolf.

The first month the two went hunting daily for the creatures, and the area seemed all clear except for the little people, which both thought wise to avoid for the time being. As they cleared the area, animals began to return to the area, almost sensing that it was protected.

"There's enough game now, all I need to do is check the trapline" Midok happy with the results, he and Tel produced.

"You can give a lot of credit to Tel, he helped kill most of them" Whiskey-Jack praised his new companion, who seemed to be looking healthier by the day.

After learning of how useful Tel was, the two opened up to him, and even made sure to feed him first with new game, feeling that he deserved to eat first for all his hard work.

Unfortunately the creatures having been pretty much eliminated in the area caused his growth to stagnate, and was only a level off from his God Type.

Still happy with his progress, his increased stats made it easier to kill any they came across, and the difference was noticeable as his strength and combat experience made him less and less hesitant.

Name: Wesakechuk

[Level: 9 (18400/51200)]

[God Type: None]

Strength: 8

Speed: 7

Stamina: 9

Toughness: 7

[1 stat point available]

He chose to keep an extra stat point for emergencies, choosing instead to increase his strength through training

Even his sword had changed appearance after absorbing the blood of the Skin Walker and Atahsaia.

Its crystal water blue blade now had rigged white bone edges on one side, a serated end that ripped apart enemies, this was from the Skin Walker, and the handle still golden now had scales increasing its durability

from the Atahsaia.

While happy with all the improvements, Whiskey-Jack couldn't believe that it had almost been four months since the incident with his mother.

Still at times he would look at the night sky… it was then he always felt closest to his father and would reminisce of him.

This made him feel guilty, "How can I be so happy and at peace without them" he held back tears, instead letting his emotions come out later, that night alone he let the feeling's wash over him as he cried himself to sleep.