Ravensblood Forest In The Shadow of the Mountains

Avis had been following the long stretch of the river's from the east, she had been continuously heading west using the water way as a guide. It became a traveling friend of her, constant and consistent was the familiar streaming sound of water. Now ahead of her was a forest, the shade of the sequoia trees, ebbing a sort of red sap. The place was dark, shaded by the imposing mountains that saddled the sides of a rift that blotted out the moonlight. It seemed even the stars dared not appear in the sky.

In the shadows of the forest, Avis' eyes couldn't train back on the river or hear it; had the river disappeared?
Avis was beginning to think she was becoming lost. No matter, the sun will return by morning, and I will still know which way to go, she assured herself openly, hoping no one heard her speaking to herself.