Wulfric whirls around but sees no one.
Did he just imagine someone speaking to him?
He sniffs the air around him, searching for a sign of someone else but there is no other strange scent as far as he can tell.
He shakes his head, taking another deep breath. Perhaps the stress and exhaustion are finally catching up to him.
He swims some more, letting the steady flow of the river soothe his aching muscles and throbbing head.
He feels immensely better after an hour in the water, almost rejuvenated and he goes back to the boulder to lie down again, ignoring the slight chill as dawn approaches.
He falls asleep before he knows it, lulled by the sound of flowing water and is rudely awakened from a wonderful dream of a beautiful girl swimming next to him in the river by none other than his a
