Sun Mote Copse some people are just born to fight, i think

savaktuk leaves her side to investigate a bit, moving only a few feet away, closer to the bank of the rushing water before it makes its grand escape down the cascading cliffside. he paws at the olive and emerald colored moss that grows in abundance there, attracted to the damp earth, rolls over a few water smoothed pebbles with his paw, head bowing to sniff at the clusters of clovers. he's tempted to drink the water but worries that it has enough power to grab hold of even him. she rejoins that it does fall and not realizing that she's misunderstood his very caveman attempt to inform her what it is, he nods and returns to his investigation; the aroma of woodland prey fresh.

he returns to her side before long though, not wanting to be distracted if she decides to explore further. her question stumps savaktuk for a small while until her gruffly answers, as best he can, river? lake? maybe even the sea, but in truth he really isn't sure and emphasizes as much with a shrug of his broad shoulders.