Whitewater Gorge hit a few.

It was warmer inland than it had been on the coast, which suited Celephais just fine. If she never saw the ocean again, it would be too soon. She cast a glance back over her thin shoulder at the distant sequoia woods bordering it and wrinkled her nose. Disgusting water, disgusting air, and disgusting fare all made the sea one of her least favourite places in the world, and she'd only traveled alongside it for a few days. The forest had brought a measure of comfort, and the flatlands beyond that had brought more.

She traveled by the water, as she was wont to do, believing fervently that as long as she followed the water she would never get turned around. Her nails clicked on wet stone as she ascended the cliffs above a rushing rapid, which she glanced at with a nervous gulp. Best not to fall here, Celephais thought. She felt surefooted enough to trace her path near the cliff's edge, but each paw was placed with care, and when a pebble rolled out from under the pads of her toes, she gasped and retreated several feet from the lip.

That was when she first noticed Liffey heading in the opposite direction on the opposite side of the river. The brindled black wolf drew herself up curiously, watching the silvery female's progress, and then without hesitation began to follow suit. She swung around and strode purposefully along her side of the river, mirroring Liffey in all but appearances. She had nothing better to do, after all, and Liffey sure was pretty. Much prettier than her. Kind of like that other she-wolf on the beach with her exotic red collar. After a beat, Celephais turned her head sidelong and whisper-shouted, "Soooo, what're we doing?"