Ruuqo rounded the cliff wall and came to a great pool into which tons of whitewater fell over a hundred-foot slide. She stood motionless in awe. It was the thunder of this fall she had been hearing from the last half-mile. The pool was churned into a boiling white at the base of the fall, shading off through tints of aquamarine to the dark holes at the edges. The walls rose up topped with rich and fragrant loam in which an endless variety of ferns and mosses and small forest flowers were embedded , making a lush and fragrant carpet around the boles of the tree trunks. Slowly the yearlings eyes moved from stop to spot, taking in every detail of the scene. Across the stream, in the deep water under the cliff, the sun threw a patch of amber and there was the dark shape of a monster trout lurking. Below the pool, that clutter of short logs and saplings was surely the remains of a beaver dam. She saw two sleek heads swimming – they dived under the dam – beaver or musk-rat? Dozens of brilliantly barred rainbow trout leaped in the foam at the base of the fall as if it attempting to scale that mighty mountain of water. Birds and squirrels flitted through the trees of the river bank, and far off Ruuqo saw five deer moving silently. They turned and looked at her, then leaped away and vanished.
Almost oppressed by such grandeur, Ruuqo threw her head back and looked upward. Far above was a strip of blue sky and a spcek floating in it – a great bird on motionless spread wings. She felts as if she were in the bowels of the earth. The undisturbed light fell upon her lustrous atramentous pelt and onto her now prepossessing upturned face.
That excitement felt by all wolves, compounded of fear and curiosity and intrepid daring, upheld her. She must go on.
Thought "Speech"
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