Whitewater Gorge i'd rather play mortal kombat anyway

He tossed a sharp glare her direction at the words she served him but karma was quickly dolled out. It was hard to miss the slipping of her paw. Now it was a smirk painting his features. No shit, huh? A brow raised above pale green eyes. He didn't do much beyond that, though. It was obvious that she had got what she deserved for not heading his warning.

Kalganov focused back the path in order to make sure he didn't repeat her mistake. Where are you going? He asked loud enough to be heard over the rapids below. Wherever she was going must not have had a better path to take because Kalganov knew he certainly would have taken a better path if he knew of one.