Whitefish River The Great Thorn

That was a very sensible question, which left Pump with an expression a person has, when a metaphorical lightbulb lights up above their heads. She sat down, tilted her head to the side and thought. Horizon, horizon, horizon... She repeated, trying to remember relevant facts about her pack-lands and what was so significant about them. There were trees - and here were trees too. Not good enough. There were mountains - but here were also mountains. All around her. A valley and a river - she might as well call this place Horizon ridge. And...

... and then she recalled. The air smelled different there. Salty. A tinge of fish, maybe. And rotten grass. And then there was this big lake, where those big creatures called sea-lions lived. "You don't happen to know, where there are very, very big lakes around here, do you?" she finall spoke.