Long had River been from the Ministry, away from his fellow Ghouls.

The soft rush of the water fall soothed River's racing thoughts, the water offering peace in the tense times after a Ritual. It was a cold, dark night, yet River still swam. This area in the forest was his own little realm. They cherished it as such.

Almost ceremoniously, he dipped his hair back into the water as if to absolve himself.