The Montana wilderness was nothing not to admire. It was stunning, aside from the rising Peggie cult. The beauty of Hope County blinded them to how horrible the people were getting. It paved the way for the cult to take over.

In what was known as Faith's region, the Henbane River, it was covered in bliss flowers. It was a horrid thing for everybody, creating mindless angels and the animal Judges. Animals seemed heavily attracted to them as well.

Rook had been burning down a large field of them with whatever they had in hand. Wildlife ran from the controlled flames. However, one ran directly to Rook, a skunk. It sprayed them twice, once against the clothed part of their abdomen, then informed their face. It made their eyes sting, the skunk darting away just like the rest of the wildlife did.

Luckily, they were close to the prison where Whitehorse and a good number of rebels were against the cult. Tracy was the first to wince at the smell coming off Rook as they entered, a few others doing the same.

As Rook entered the small cafeteria, cells that had been turned into makeshift bedrooms cubed around them, Whitehorse lifted his head to look at Rook.

"Ah, Deputy." He began, greeting them with a smile but noticed the smell as well, obviously. "Did you get skunked?" He seemed more concerned than anything, unlike a few who were turning heads to try and find the stench.