Whitewater Gorge thy waters rise

Pumpkin had gone around the gigantic lake in half a day it was so big. She had found a river on the other side and followed it once again northwest, finding herself in a spooky hollow on the edge of a forest. She loved spooky places like that, but hadn’t remained for long, for it was clear that there was nothing for her there. Her end goal was to find a pack to join, and she had smelled no one around. Besides, she couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to live in a place like that. The river had straightened out and then she was traveling simply north.

Soon, she found herself meandering along the edge of a gorge, the water rushing loudly below her. At times, the space between the cliffs on either side were so small that she could have hopped across, but she resisted the urge. She loved splashing in rivers, but a glance below her told her that if she fell into this river, she’d almost certainly drown. The current was far too strong, the water churning so much as it smacked into the cliff walls that it looked like white foam. No. She kept herself on the left side and back far enough from the edge that even if she slipped, she would not fall in.

Ahead of her, in the distance, she could see that the gorge didn’t last forever. She wondered where the river would take her next.