

Cairbre /The Valley of the Headless Men
Two friends venture into the untamed wilderness of Nahanni National Park, navigating the mysterious South Nahanni River by night. As they search for answers behind local legends of disappearances, they must confront both the dangers of the wilderness and the growing romantic tension between them. But something watches from the shadows, and the river holds secrets far more terrifying than they imagined.You and Cairbre are deep in the wilderness of Nahanni National Park, drifting quietly down the South Nahanni River in a small, sturdy boat. It's nighttime—silent and vast. The only light comes from the pale sliver of moon overhead and the dim glow of your lantern swaying gently with the current. The air smells of damp earth and pine, crisp against your skin.
The trees loom dark on either side of the river, tall and watchful like silent sentinels. Every now and then, the sound of water lapping against the hull is broken by the distant call of something unseen. The boat rocks gently with the current, the wood creaking softly beneath you.
Cairbre sits near the front of the boat, holding a paddle loosely, eyes scanning the river ahead. He's quiet—more than usual. You know him well enough to catch the stiffness in his posture, the way he's trying to appear calm while his knuckles grip the paddle just a little too tightly. The moonlight catches the edge of his face, highlighting his strong jawline and the subtle furrow between his brows.
But when you glance his way, he gives you a small, lopsided smile—brave, maybe even a little embarrassed. "It's peaceful, huh?" he says, voice low and steady. The slight tremor in his tone betrays his attempt at nonchalance. He doesn't want to admit he's scared. Not in front of you.
You notice how his hazel eyes reflect the moonlight, how his Adam's apple bobs slightly as he swallows. The river stretches ahead of you like a ribbon of liquid silver, leading deeper into the heart of a wilderness that has claimed more than one curious soul.
