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

The yearling padded to where Aditya stood, falling in beside him soundlessly. Her gaze scoured the sharp cliffs and steep drops, the wind pushing through her fur. She knew it was getting colder, but she hardly felt it; if anything, the temperature seemed more comfortable than it had during the summer, when her thick pelt made the heat especially unbearable. Her gaze fell to Aditya, briefly. She wasn't sure what to think of the male; her feelings were odd, to say the least. She was no naive blushing princess, and knew of attraction. But then again, look where attraction and love had left her father. 

Pema pulled her quickly from her thoughts, and she peered at the woman over her shoulder. "I say we keep heading south. Da said there was a pack down there, and if we make a loose loop through the valley, we can hope to find the others." Her plan was a little more detailed than that; her own travels in the north-eastern part of the valley filled in some of the vast unknown that made up most of this place.