Blackfeather Woods I am that technology allowed.

Anselm barely heard the wading of Kinloch over the torrent-water; he lifted his head with surprise, fixing on the bronze-bitten gaze of Kinloch. His tail swayed easily, but he stood his ground. Hi.

There was still a fair bit of running water between the two of them. Anselm's gaze was on the freshly split bedrock. Water snarled around it, and he could see new river formations left in its wake. It must have been a powerful current to loosen this ledge from its rest, and an even more powerful collision with the dirt to split it open how it now stood. What do you think that is?