South side of the Caldron Pool
Hereabouts is a small path that borders the Caldron Pool. It curves northeast, crossing the smaller stream that flows out of the pool just north of here, and leads to the north side and the wood that lies beyond. This area is clear, but sheltered by the cliffs. To the south, the path continues and eventually disappears into a lush green little meadow.
Lanisen sits cross-legged with his back against a rock, watching the sun on the pool and eating an apple.
Mrs. Beaver makes her way along the path, shaking out the water from her fur and righting her glasses. Spotting Lanisen, she calls “Good morning, dearie!”
Lanisen glances up, alert, and grins when he finds her. “Hello,” he answers, getting to his feet.
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At a Fork in the Great River (Northwest Bank)
You stand on a jutting precipice that makes up the northeast bank of the Great River. Below, the river itself runs wide and deep, its waters clear and bright in the steady sunshine as it flows downward into a deep river valley to the south.
A much smaller stream from the north joins the river here, draining down from between two grassy hills in the distance. The riverbank path fords the stream as it continues southward through the rolling hills of the Great Plains. Upstream, the Great River bends to the west toward a forest in the distance.
Lanisen sits alone on the bank of the smaller stream that flows down from the north to join the Great River, his feet dangling in the cool, rapid water. He watches the light glinting off the ripples absently.
A beaver with a pair of glasses perched atop her head (Mrs. Beaver) comes waddling along the riverbank, foraging as she goes. As she straightens, she happens to glance up and pushes her glasses up on her face. “Oh! A son of Adam. Hello, dearie. Don’t see much of your kind up this way.”
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Aliyah has moved away from the fire by this point, her coat dry. She is, however, sprawled out on her side. Being full will do that to a wolf. Her eyes remain open and alert, and her head raises as the deer appears. “Wilfry?” she offers him a smile.
Wilfry’s head snaps in the direction of Aliyah’s voice. When he spots her, his posture relaxes and he hops over a fallen log and moves toward her. “Have they got back yet?” he asks eagerly.
Aliyah shakes her head. “No, they haven’t.” She moves into a sitting position.
Wilfry frowns. “What’s taking them so long? It’s been /hours/.”
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