Whitewater Gorge The TV's on, the woman's blonde

Kaiaka stood at the edge of the gorge, her sharp pink eyes measuring the gap. It seemed reasonable. Taking a few steps back, she inhaled deeply, then surged forward. With a powerful push, she leapt, her lean frame slicing through the air. She landed lightly on the other side, barely disturbing the snow and ice beneath her paws. Turning, she peered down into the depths below, her expression unreadable.

Unfazed, she shrugged to herself and turned south, setting off at an easy pace. At least the view was worth it.

Her rose-quartz gaze drifted along the jagged edges of the ravine, following the icy waters below. The current was fierce, its churning waves a sure death sentence to anything that fell in. And yet, to her, there was grace in the chaos, a wild, untamed beauty that held her attention as she walked.