Whitewater Gorge Geronimo

Anwyl nearly tripped, and it wouldn't have been the first time he'd done it today. He had decided to take a little trip to the south, to explore more of Teekon and maybe even meet some more wolves. He'd  pretty much seen all that Porcupine Ridge had to offer, landscape wise, and it was time for a change. He had come to an icy ridge, below a river raged on. The icy ridge caps had proven harder to navigate than he'd thought, but he would make it.

The young male looked down into the canyon below him, watching the frigid water flow like a winter storm below his feet. That's when he noticed her, a red orange wolf making her way down towards the river. His eyes widened and he became worried. He had always been a cautious one, risk wasn't his forte. And her adventure through the canyon looked rather dangerous. He barked down to the female, Hey! Wait! The silver male sped quickly to the nearest route down and began to make his way to her. It took him a few minutes and a lot of courage, but he made it. The sound of the river had seemed a lot more intimidating from up top, echoes sure do make things scarier.

He stopped before her, looking her over while catching his breath. She was small, and she looked young, possibly around his age with yellow eyes and rusty orange fur. She seemed friendly enough. What're you doing down here? What if you tripped? You could get hurt He scolded, but not in a rude way, more of a worried and protective tone. He felt the need to help everyone he met, even if they didn't need help.