Territory description: "Within the depths of the forest snakes a tortuous, winding river that carves through a deep, hidden ravine before eventually descending to fuse with the stream that feeds the mysterious Secret Falls. Shrouded in shadow and guarded by a thick, mossy woodland, this tributary is so deep and fast in places that it is nearly impossible to cross. White rapids punctuate the dark, clear appearance of the water for which the territory is named, and the area is teeming with life despite the danger the river exudes. The rumble of the river and the distant hum of the falls is like a lullaby from the site of the secluded main den, which is situated on an earthen rise overlooking the rapids." Pictured here (ravine) and here (cove).
So it had come to this. This moment, he felt, could be the culmination of every intention he'd ever entertained, intertwined in such way as to build a bridge to the next chapter of his life. Though it seemed like only yesterday, Kade Attaya had left the sea and the magic it had once lent to his life behind him years ago, as he would leave Cedarwood Forest and every last spoiled memory that remained of it now. With him he would take the inspiration of Jaysyek and the perseverance of Trisden, the memory of the way a breath of the cedar filled his heart with pride, and the knowledge that—no matter how ugly his perception of this broken down palace had become—it was Grizzly Hollow that had made him who he was.
There was a dull throb that clung to his strong, beating heart as remorseless eyes roved over the familiar tree line that marked the end of the forest. Though he was sure that this departure was the only path to follow, he still fought the panic accompanying the thought that this was the last time he would gaze at the grey, flaking bark, the rich, dark canopy, and the twilight’s shadows that danced along the earthen floor. He would miss this place, but it was time to move on. With the wind at his back as he stood on the crest of a small knoll, somewhere between what had been his home and the margin of a world beyond, it was Ava’s warm, honey-hued eyes that drew his attention from reminiscence. She waddled forth—strong and resilient, every inch the matriarch he knew she would be—ahead of the others who filed in line behind her. When the ebony woman reached his side he nudged her chin encouragingly, the reassurance she sought gleaming bright within his silver stare, before turning his back to the past and taking the first step toward a dream of the future.
The days passed as quickly and as slowly as he’d envisioned. The weightless feeling of knowing that with each step they were closer to an unknown and yet chosen destination was perhaps the only thing that tempered the length of the journey. For a time the path they traveled was a beaten one, the same he and the others had taken not long ago when they’d navigated the mountain. Yet the slope was no less steep, the rocky terrain no less unforgiving, and he was quick to push to Ava’s side at every slip, though it was she was and always had been mountaineer extraordinaire. During the descent the leader would glance over his shoulder to assess the intimate group and ensure that rest was given when it was due. They were a rag-tag family and no less impressive, and eventually it was without complication that they made it to the other side. On the last day, Kade woke to find his slumbering mate bathed in shards of moonlight that penetrated from the thick canopy overhead. A gentle wind rustled through his silver-tipped summer coat. The thick, damp air was ripe with the taste of vegetation and far off in the distance the sound of water thrummed. Eerie songs sung by hidden birds echoed softly in every direction, a symphony to welcome the first pale rays of eastern sunlight. After rousing the pack to their weary feet he pressed onward and into the shadows of a tangled forest, and the hours passed.
It was the idyllic sound of wild, crashing water that eventually drew him closer to a place where his heart ached; not from sadness or dismay, but from hope and a notion of promise. Through the rolling hills of ivy crested woodland rose a dreary mist along the horizon, growing thick as the roar of a river grew louder nearby. The ground underfoot was damp and cold and squished beneath the weight of his body, and the dark branches of the ancient trees here were adorned by tendrils of hanging moss. Following a careful descent down a winding, rocky path, the grove gave way to a breathtaking sight.
A dark, churning river, crested by fierce ivory waves, cut through the narrow pass of a small, sequestered ravine more beautiful than he’d ever seen. On one side towered a massive, slate-hued wall of mossy, ivy laden rock; on the other, a tall earthen rise to an overhang where the forest gave way to the canyon forged by the mighty waters. Large, smooth boulders lined a bend in the rapids which eventually cascaded, feeding a peaceful pool and cove before winding out of sight. A cold spray of water carried by the breeze clung to the silver tips of the patriarch’s coat as his wild, silver eyes fell upon to Ava with resolution. There were no words to describe what this place would become to her, to their children, and to family that had followed him all this way.
Here is where the roots of all that was Attaya would grow deepest.