Until It's Gone

The big cat followed her, his massive, oddly soft looking paws heavy with his greater weight as they trekked through the thinning brush to the side of the waterfall. Her eyes took in the land as the cat bent to drink from the water. "It is called a waterfall," she murmured in reply as she observed. The pool where the waterfall collected could easily keep a pack hydrated even if a drought were to unexpectedly strike the north which was unlikely. Still, all eventualities must be taken into account. "It is not a very original word for it but rather descriptive. In Norwegian we call it 'foss'. You do not have them where you hail?"