Silver Moraine like a waterfall, my tears dropped to the floor, the floor

Standing at the edge of Herbalists' Cache, River looked out onto the plains and scanned for a sight of any herds milling about. But the dry field was barren, and her nose could detect nothing fresh among the trails that led out of the woods. Her gaze and trajectory turned eastward instead, electing to visit the moraine's higher ground rather than traverse the open emptiness of Dawnlark.

She maintained a steady lope under the overcast sky, keeping a mind for shelter should she need to bunker down for the night under a light snowfall. There were still several hours until dark, however, so she dedicated most of this time to familiarizing herself with the lay of the evergreens that rimmed this weathered, former glacier.