Whitewater Gorge hit a few.

Looking for a way across. Seemed like an easy enough task. Celephais scanned the high-lipped edge of her own side of the gorge and the very slightly lower cliff on the other side where the much prettier Liffey strode. There was no obvious way across where they were, but every river had a crossing somewhere. If she was thinking, she would have remember that further northwest, the cliffs tapered down to ground level and made for an easy swim, but she was too busy cooking up another plan.

"Well, jump, of course!" said the dark wolf with a bright smile. The river was far too wide at their location for any wolf to successfully make it, but Celephais wasn't thinking. Or rather, she wasn't thinking about that. She was thinking more about impressing her new "friend" across the way with her mad skills. Without further ado, the brindled yearling hopped back from the edge, wiggled her rump, and charged ahead.

Her hind paws met the edge of the cliff and bunched, launching her an impressive height into the air, but it was nowhere near enough for her to clear the gap. Even when she tucked her paws in to make herself more aerodynamic, she began to tip earthward less than halfway across. Upon realizing she was never going to make it to the other side, Celephais' eyes went wide and her mouth twisted into a silent scream before she plummeted, landing in the river with a massive SPLOOSH.