Sounds like a good time to me

Leaving Jacques and Rein behind the femme had set off alone early that morning. Memento Mori had been exploring Auster and meeting new wolves ever since her return to the lands. Meme had even returned to the Falls where she’d been born and raised… and, with a sense of calm, she accepted that she had changed. She wasn’t the child her parents had hoped for, she was sure, but she was her own individual now. Her life was hers to live and no one, not Philomena, not her father, not anyone could change that.

Making her way down the steep incline of a canyon Meme decided that this was going to be her newest locale to visit. Nevermind the fact she almost face-planted several times on the way down in a not-so-graceful fall… but she had made her way into the depths and now stood beside the ancient, now shallower river that ran through the area. Her ears perked forward, her tail swishing thoughtfully as she stepped over some of the gray and russet stone at her paws.

“How interesting… I bet this river used to be much larger, years ago.” Her head tilted upwards toward the canyon walls. “Maybe it fills up when it rains in the mountains…” Meme mused to herself, wondering just how far up a wolf living in the canyon would have to den in the walls to be safe from the river flooding.