Whitewater Gorge bells of the black sunday

Dated early evening of July 7th

Saoirse walked along one edge of the ravine, keeping a safe distance but also casting her eyes about for a way to cross. In her jaws, she carried a fat bird, only a bit mangled by her killing blow, and she left a trail of black feathers behind her as she backtracked.

She'd crossed the gorge earlier while attempting to hunt for their breakfast—or dinner, for most, she supposed. Shige wouldn't be looking for her for at least a few hours, but she didn't particularly want to get lost just trying to return. However, the easy crossing she'd found seemed to have mysteriously vanished. She'd likely missed it entirely, but she didn't particularly want to go back and look again. Surely there was another crossing somewhere; it looked as though the gorge just kept getting wider, but that couldn't be the case, right?

Was she even going the right way?