Falls of the Hinterlands suckin' on my tendies

Bat decided today was a good day to visit the grand waterfall due east of the plateau. The journey took up most of the afternoon, the air cool and crisp as she trekked through forest, plain and stream before finally arriving at her destination. She licked her chops and sat on the shore, watching the setting sun glitter on the falling water. A sense of peace stole over her, so juxtaposed to the events unfolding back home.

Bat sat there contently long enough for the night to fall around her. The waterfall slowly faded from sight, though Bat gasped when she saw a light dancing in the mist at the foot of the falls. It was just a blink-and-you-missed-it flash of color. She squinted, trying to catch it again, ears folding in disappointment when the night remained dark.