A new morning. Waking up to the roaring sound of the waterfall and the golden ray of light. A big smile on my face as I breathe in the fresh air. Standing at the top of the path looking over the canyon, seeing the wolves taking a morning walk. With the only adult wolf in the lead, the young wolves follow behind her closely as they around in circles. I stand next to Ariel's Statue looking at it being bathed in the morning glow.
Old man Hus walks up to me enjoying the early morning as well as giving me a slight nod before looking at Ariel's Statue as well. He closes his eyes and straightens his back in front of the statue. He brings his hands together, intertwining them and slowly breathes in and out rhythmically.