But for now, he was glad to be away from that raging river and the rock crossing that could have very easily claimed his life.
However, the sound of rushing water had once more caught his attention. What he saw this time was far less dangerous, though. A small almost waterfall, though it was too small tobe called that. It was more of just a.. gentle slope. Arty did note a pawful of fish gathered there in the pool, though they were too small to be deemed worthy of getting wet over, especially in the cold.
For now.
But the pool did provide a decent waypoint, alocation he could potentially return to, as he explored.