Without another thought, he leaned forward and dashed off, his body cutting through the air as he moved from branch to branch once again, making a direct line toward the source of the sound, the faint rush of water growing clearer with each passing moment.
It took him a few minutes to get within the vicinity of the river, which was telling considering the speed he had been moving at, and as he got closer, the sound only grew louder, clearer, more defined.
Once he was near enough, he jumped down from the tree, landing lightly on the forest floor, and decided to walk the rest of the way.
The splashing was even louder now. Loud enough for him to realize that this wasn't just a river making the splashing sound.
There was a waterfall, and not a small one either.
As he moved forward, weaving through the trees, he began to catch glimpses of it through the foliage, though most of his view was still blocked by branches and leaves.
