Arrow Lake aegas

Title translation: mountain peak.

The trek across the flatlands had been a risky one. When Rohan had parted ways with the wooded terrain and moved into the meadow, he had felt the spike of fear that had flooded his system in adrenaline. The journey through that portion of the land was frightfully long. After a day of traveling through the wet grass and downpour, the stag had crossed the flat terrain and found himself at the base of a towering mountain range. Water cascaded from a tall lip in the stone. The river trailed from the range and pooled into a large lake at the base of the bluff. Once at the edges of the water, Rohan stopped to drink.
 
The cry of birds sounded from the trees up ahead. The prince lifted his head, water drizzling from his dark mouth. With shrewd eyes, he searched the slope for signs of a way to pass. The stag feared that the only way he could return to the other side of the range would be to pass through the red stone canyon he had found. With a twitch of his hide, Rohan’s hooves clacked against the stones on the shore and he turned away from the water to face the path he had taken to arrive there.