Moonspear Work hard and be nice.

As they moved further into the woodlands and into the crevasse, the sheer cliffs climbed higher and higher around them, reaching up beyond the treetops. Mosses and lichens grow all over the stony walls, making the crevasse a verdant paradise, and under the shelter of the trees they were spared some of the misery of the constant rainfalls. Winding its way through the stones was a thin thread of water, not yet engorged from the rain, though no doubt the cause of the crevasse, having eventually worn its way down through the stone creating the canyon through which they now walked. 

"-I don't see why not,-" Bronco said. "-Once this rain eases off I bet we'll get a better view of the surrounding areas. You can pick out wherever you think looks cool, and we can go exploring there someday,-" He volunteered, willing to let Meerkat take control of the steering wheel, so long as she'd allow his company.