Blackfeather Woods I am that technology allowed.

The rushing water was impressive. It felt strange to witness it in that state.

Anselm asked what Kinloch thought of it. The silver man gazed thoughtfully at the bedrock, split and raw. He was not sure how he might answer the young man's query. He hadn't quite gathered his thoughts well enough for formulating opinions.

A few steps toward it and Kinloch was wading in the rushing water. He could feel a good force behind it, pushing it toward its new destination. The ground sunk beneath his pawsteps while he sloshed toward the boy.

You know, I'm not sure. Think it's the makings of a new river?

Bronze eyes squinted, unable to pull away from it.