Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190904182217/@comment-5543592-20191014192642

Josey folded his arms, thinking this wasn't time for one of Rick's dumb jokes.

The tribal seemed confused by this back and forth, since he didn't know who or what a Shanks was.

And they walked. And walked.

Wilkes and Harriot got to apprecaite how green Montana was. They watched the sun rise over Rocky Mountains, giant behemoths that seemed to glow blue in the morning light. It was like they were in a massive bowl, cupped on all sides by hills and mountains, lacking a horizon. The Yellowstone River widened and narrowed along side them.

The landscape of Mountain was rolling, and eventually they came to a dip in the meadows, where a large herd of Boosin was grazing pleasantly.