Whitewater Gorge Way Down We Go

The woman had followed Coven about and had decided to go ahead. Or maybe she was late. She didn't know. Either way, she could see a young lad ahead and was intrigued by what he was looking at. 
She didn't see any harm in trotting up and seeing what he was looking at. Surely it was just the river, right? A loud river, probably a high bank.
She chuffed in greeting, trotting up and slowing. She was a couple of feet away, looking down into the much deeper chasm. 

She didn't hear what he said but came out with her own comment of "Oh damn."