Qeya River sloth

the river was very great.
for hours lestan explored alone. it was unlike anything he had ever seen or experienced. there were giant, water-carved boulders and a flow of hills where dens were tucked into the green curves. he poked around them, still unwilling to commit to a shelter until he had seen it all.
so he went from one woodland to another; he stood on top of the cliffs and looked down into the basin, and out toward the glacier. here his form could be seen, as lestan detailed each inch of natigvik slowly inside his mind.