Falls of the Hinterlands rhaeadr

So fiercely has he been guarding the borders that he allows himself a small day trip outside the territory, to sightsee and to hunt. And there is much to see. He travels back the direction from whence he came, a little apprehensive at what he might find. These lands were not good to him in the past; why should they be any different, now? Still, it is foolish to fear something based on coincidences, and so he marches onward, taking the long way around the impassable barrier mountains and coming to an idyllic scene at the foot of waterfalls.

Llewellyn laps at the clear, crisp water, sending ripples out to merge with the swift current. He stands at the foot of the crags; on the opposite side of the river, the land slides further downwards into a thick forest, the leaves beginning to show their autumn colors. It is quiet and peaceful, and very much what he needs right now. While he will never truly be lulled into serenity--he has seen too much bloodshed for that--this is the closest he comes to that divine state.

He knows he cannot stay long, but he will relish this, for now. The scent of small game is thick in the air. If he's lucky, Llewellyn could fell a deer. He is strong enough, he thinks, to drag it back home if he moves slowly and carefully enough.

@Fire