Falls of the Hinterlands Do you doubt it's yours?

Alright... The Archer murmured, setting her sights away from her partner in travel and onto the area around her as the Simmik moved to the edge of the river bank to drink. Alas, she the huntress and scout and Simmik the guardian, it would seem the young snow girl would too be stretching her knowledge of the world around her and Vallkyrie had always rather enjoyed Simmik's company. Though the reasoning for their travel was to find a missing pup of theirs, Kyr had to admit it felt nice getting away for awhile what seemed the constant drama and agonizing hardships of their forest home. 

Look at that...! Vallkyrie whispered, taking a few steps further down the riverbank. The water falls did not come down as a massive flood, but trickled down the mountain side in many little streams into the river below. It was quite beautiful and Vallkyrie took a big whiff of the dewy air, tail arcing up and waving in playful display. But another scent was near, that of wolves recently past or near in the area yet still. She wasnt sure, yet suddenly tugged her icy gaze away from the falls and to the forestry around them.