Whitewater Gorge i'd rather play mortal kombat anyway

The previous day, Speedy had reveled in the serenity of the large lake she been escorted to. She had drank her fill of the fresh water and enjoyed a rabbit for dinner. The place she had wandered upon today was quite the opposite. She had followed the river and had soon found herself walking the edge of a vast canyon containing fast moving water that promised to carry her away if she fell in.

At one point, she had miss-judged the width between her and the other side of the canyon and had almost busted her ass jumping across. It was not one of her most graceful moments, and she was super glad no one had been around to witness it. She had definitely been more cautious in her trekking since her mishap and had decided she probably wouldn't be attempting to jump across again. 

She had been lost in her thoughts that were mostly focused on not falling in the water, but not lost enough in them to miss the shape of a pale wolf that appeared ahead of her after coming around a curve in the canyon wall. From what she see, their goal appeared to be the same: don't fall to your death. As quickly as she could manage while still keeping a stable footing, she moved towards him. When she was close enough to be able to speak to him without yelling, she said, "Sorry to ruin your leisurely walk, but you wouldn't happen to know a way out of here, would you?" She had come to the realization shorty after her very lady-like jump across the the canyon, that she really didn't want to be here anymore. Not only did she not enjoy the thought that she could plummet to her death with even the slightest misstep, but she had also noticed that the water seemed very high, and this place did not seem conducive to life in the event of a flash flood.