Alpine Lake you're following a lead that came from a bird.

Fig smiled, quite pleased with himself that he'd successfully made her laugh. He wanted to follow it up by making her laugh more, but he knew his limits. Nothing clever came to his mind at her reply, so he merely glanced back at her and gave a nod of her acceptance. Skipper was a good name for her--he'd have to remember to call her that sometime.

"Yeah..." was all he could say for a minute or so when they finally reached the falls. It was a beautiful sight. He'd always had an appreciation for things like this, though it wasn't so typical of him to wander away from home in order to see them. He took in a deep breath to fill his lungs with the scent of water, rock, breeze and earth. He held it for a moment, analyzing it, committing it to memory. Then, finally, he looked over at Maia and quirked a brow. "So.. where are your friends?" he asked, a smile lifting the corner of his lips.