Whitewater Gorge the journey of a thousand miles begins with...well, you know

the mountains! it had been such a long time since adi had been amidst the rocky crags. and the ranges of his youth were no match for these impressive specimens, looming large and gray, extending into even the clouds on gloomy days.

he looked at dawn, who had come to stand beside him, looking out as well. unconsciously, he drew closer to her, so that their pelts brushed but their skin was not yet joined. she was warm, and soft, and she had a nice, wild scent to her that drew him in.

"are we on good terms with these packs?" adi asked, looking back and scanning the horizon with sharp golden eyes. "or are we unfamiliar with them altogether? it would be useful to make some allies while we're out here," he added, looking at pema and dawn in turn.