Whitewater Gorge Slowly Falling from the sky

Making his way south from the coast, Taikon moved closer to more familiar terrain as he travelled. He had been lucky enough to catch a rabbit and a field mouse that day, satiating his hunger for the moment. The white prince had been following the river upstream, but had to do a bit of a political dance as he weaved between pack territories through the hot springs. He made a mental note to avoid this area altogether on his next inevitable circle around.
When he neared where he thought the river came through, he found instead a deep canyon carved in the landscape. Following this, it didn't take long before he ran into a dark figure. Lifting his nose to the wind, it didn't take him long to recognize a friend.
Luna, he called, walking toward her with a brief wag of his tail and a chuff. As he grew closer, he dipped his head in greeting and sniffed at her. Nice to see a familiar face, he said, a thin smile appearing on his lips. It had been a while since any pleasurable moment had come to him, so this was a welcome visit.