Raven's Watch onward

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He had traveled the length of the ravine until it ran slow-moving and shallow.  The days were beginning to grow shorter and the staunched heat of summer had begun to abate.  Even still, life as a lone male was no walk in the park.  He missed the shelter of the willows entirely, unwilling to travel the length of the marshlands any longer, but had been lucky enough to come across Raven's Watch.  

It was a sheltered, lush little outcrop accentuated by a cascading waterfall fed from the mountains he would surely soon have to cross.  For now, after nearly a week of constant travel, he would allow himself to rest.  His pelt was slicked down by mud and coated in burrs, so he strode into the river and began to groom himself of the marsh-filth that coated him.