Whitewater Gorge gerald's game

She had been wandering of her own accord for the past few weeks, away from Blackfeather Woods. She was tired of the darkness, the shadows, the daily and nightly caws and screeches of the crows and ravens. The change of the seasons beckoned her away from the dark forest, to enjoy the blossom of spring. She was still loyal, however, and after a few weeks decided to return to Blackfeather Woods to resume her training as a spy for the Dark Brotherhood.

The hybrid followed the river that split Hoshor Plains from the flatlands of the north, nearing a gorge as the sun reached its zenith. The little coywolfdog panted at the sun's rays, but was of yet unable to reach a drink as the river dropped into rapids deep below. She continued on, knowing that the river would lead to a lake near Blackfeather Woods, where she could have a drink before she returned.

The hybrid looked over the edge, however, entranced by the rushing waters. However, her little glance showed her more than just the rapids of the canyon — down below she could see a wolf, belly rounded, curled up in the shadow of the cavern. Quiet squeaked with surprise at the sight of a wolf sleeping there. Her voice long stolen, Quiet had no way of alerting the wolf to her presence above the roar of the water. She looked around; could she climb down there?