Whitewater Gorge plunge into the sea, the sun, an old city

Fresh deer tracks in the Hoshor plains had caught Wraen's attention and she had set out to follow them along the river up from the point, where it entered the Greatwater lake. The animals had passed one or two hours earlier, leaving several footprints in the soft mud by the riverbank, where they had stopped to have a drink, and then, where their path had led through the meadows. 

By the time she had reached the gorge, she spotted a small herd, consisting of cows grazing the grass and the young calves either prancing around or resting on the ground. She sat down to watch them for a long time, taking in account all the neccessary details and going through the options that were available for the Sunspire wolves. With one or two companions they could do a little testing to see, if any of the herd members were falling behind. Alone - however - she was perfectly aware of her disadvantage both in mass and in numbers and did not dare to try that. 

With the plan forming in her mind, she turned towards the river, in order to see, if there was any passage that would lead her straight to the water. She had walked for a long time and she was thirsty. There she spotted another dwelling there already. She greeted him politely and walked past him within a polite distance to stop at the edge of the gorge and peer down. That would a be very long fall, if she attempted to take a shortcut and plunge.