This Is Monumental

The late morning sun beamed down through the trees as they arrived at the Monument Rapids. The grass, dirt and rocky ground gave way to a rushing river below. Light glimmered off the pale blue water, sending up sparkles of gold as the water careened its way over the rocks. She would have been tempted to cross but Álarr's companion had flown ahead and sure enough Abaven's lands extended down into the area of the rapids. If they crossed here they'd be trespassing. She sighed before looking at Álarr. "This is part of the reason I find packs so irritating. They find and hoard lands and make it difficult for others to experience what nature has to offer."