Two Rivers Isle it is worth being cold for that

She had not yet been to the northern territory that cupped the Plateau and was blissfully ignorant of the argument that would later send her here in tears.  She drew her tongue over her muzzle and cast her eyes to the sky.  It was a beautiful, balmy summer afternoon with a moderate breeze.  The rains seemed to have gone... perhaps it was safe enough to travel now.  

She crossed the river where the water was low, careful to make sure she could touch the bottom.  Once she was on the Isle she shook out her coat and traveled.  The next few hours were spent charting and hunting; she took note of the great abundance of waterfowl and small game.  As she emerged from the other side of the isle she noted a large wooded area as well as a flash of sandstone.

She watched the druid but dared not to cross this river, for it was wider than the other had been.  Hey, she called instead, you alright?