Pelkin Creek

The creek bends around trees as warped and rooted as mangroves, forming swimmable eddies and numerous strainers. Branches are caught in great nests, but enough flowing water and high enough velocity keeps the current steady and strong enough that stepping into it will challenge anything smaller than a horse's footing, and even then.
Deeper: Gigantic crabs scuttle between holes in the riverside, rare Pelkin Greys who have the capacity to spray webbing.
Teegan Stow uses Pelkin Creek as a means of transporting hides and liquor. She isn't much for favors, but her old tub The Ayo is as often headed up stream as it is down, with its mounted harpoons, a crew of mismatched youth smoking black cigarettes and her cow, Enay, who lows on the lower deck of the impressive, beat-up two-story transport.
Pelkin Creek starts in C-04 and after it bends through C-03, heads south to stretch capillaries out into C-13.
For what it's worth, malic root potions can be bought in abundant numbers on Pelkin Creek: practically sold like lemonade on a summer day in the suburbs. Creek-side residents ply the water themselves (there are safe routes and the Pelkin Greys are after fish, not feet) or sell to creek-going passengers. Malic root potions are warming. And an incredible sensation. But there is a ton of price gouging and everyone's complaining about it.
Too, the malic root is a relatively new and invasive plant that is choking out green life in the area — great pods of it hang like bats from the many exposed root balls.
With the rise in malic root is also a rise in malic flies, which are treacherously large bloodsucking insects, maybe a quarter-dollar around the waist, with nests like bulging burlap that mimic the great tubers and hang among the trees.
Pelkin Creek is also littered with the shards of three great bell statues destroyed with the fall of the Gaelthane. Whether they've been planted here or have simply washed up in the creek is a question for larger hands and minds than ours.