Whitewater Gorge we have no evidence it wasn't

His retaliation, in whatever tongue he issued it by, almost had her frothing at the fangs and fluffing up just like the  (embittered)  dove he’d claimed her to be — not that she’d ever know, just the way she would never know that many another thought her to be such. His own enquiry made her scowl in a way that had her old scars writhe like revived vipers; 

“Ze first relieves toofth pains and aids in ze emptying of one’s stomach or bowels. Ze second is for coughs, or applied as a property to open wounds, namely burns. Ze third is a blood tonic, and for whelping pains.” 

The thin tail of the even-thinner, presently-stingy greenseer whipcracked through the balmy air. It didn’t occur to her that she had unwillingly, unconsciously acquired a pupil; he was still a burr, and for once the curiosity of another only gave her further cause to snap. It didn’t occur to her that he might have more questions, either—

Without waiting another heartbeat, the light-boned hind turned and flit from what she believed was, in her frustrations and ebbing anguish, another soul who needn’t be in her life:
fleet steps took her from him and towards the lips of the gorge, and she eventually started an adamant march down down down to the roaring waters below; snarling when there were lacks of footholds.