Thirsty, Torak made his way along the bay to where the waterfall tumbled down the cliff and over a bed of boulders towards the Sea. Here the Bay of Seals was more lush than it had appeared last night. The grass was
studded with yellow suncups and purple cranesbill, and the lower slopes of the cliffs were bright with rowan and birch.
Source: Spirit Walker by Michelle Paver
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