The caw of a crow awakens River. Sleeping on an uncomfortable log and a large bottle of last nights dinner being used as a pillow. She attempts to stand, but alas it would seem the ground was no where near, the log was actually a tree branch. Her eyes struggle to open the trace of dinner still in her system made it a rather painful process. The crow was just an arms length away, in the tree, that she was sleeping in? A gust makes her branch move and make her react to steady herself.

"Explains why it's so cold."

She stretches out the best she can on her rather firm branch? She slides to the tip and allows herself to fall down....Into a water. Due to her armor she sinks to the bottom. River wants to scream out about how cold it is, but frankly its a good thing. Now any trace of the groggy hangover has been forced from her. Bubbles of air escape from her mouth as she sighs. Her draconic strength makes it easy for her to walk about at the bottom of the lake. Likely a few more than just a few meters down, the pressure would have been too much for most to bear.

As she breaches the surface she looks similar to an undead! She moves her bangs from her face in order to look about and understand surroundings.She spies her perch, it was a branch that extended over a waterfall, a very scenic location to say the least. A sound of something pushing against her plate along with the feeling of something moving about beneath her breast plate. She opens it up allowing not only water but breakfast to spill forth, a trout, and a large one. 
"Don't mind if I do."
After her meal she set out, no real objective or purpose. As River re equips her armor she questions where her Axe is. Ah well it will turn up,or at least she hopes it will. Looking up at the sky to get her bearings but the storm prevents any sort of sunlight from slipping through. River can't help but grumble as the clouds give way. She throws a fish bone at the sky before proclaiming her undying love for it.
"I hate this country."