Many centuries ago, when Montenegro still bore the name Zeta, its lands were ruled by a wise and courageous lord — Ivan Crnojević. He was not only a statesman but a passionate hunter. It was said that his horse was swifter than the wind, and his eye sharper than an eagle's.
One clear morning, Ivan set out with his retinue to hunt in the wild lands of Obod — a place where cliffs rose toward the sky and the forests held ancient secrets. Making their way along steep paths and through the thickets, the hunters noticed a dark cave entrance at the foot of the Obod cliff. Curiosity got the better of them, and Ivan drew closer.
Suddenly, a great wild goat stepped out of the shadows. Its horns curved like sabers, and its eyes flashed. But what struck the hunters most was that the goat was soaked through — water streamed from its coat and sprayed in all directions as it shook itself. Where, the hunters wondered, could water have come from in such a dry, rocky land? Without a second thought, the retinue gave chase. The goat raced across the slopes as though the wind itself carried it, but in the end, they caught it.
And then… the earth trembled. From deep within that very cave came a rumble, like the distant roll of a storm. In the next instant, a torrent of water burst roaring from the mountain's belly. It surged downward, tearing loose stones, flooding the hollows, nearly sweeping away both men and horses. The hunters barely escaped. They fell back, stunned to realize they had just witnessed the birth of a new river.
Ever since, water has flowed ceaselessly from that cave — clear and cool, like the breath of the mountains. The people named it the River of Crnojević, in honor of the lord who had witnessed its birth. To this day, the river runs toward Lake Skadar, winding between the hills, embracing its small islands, carefully holding in its memory the ancient legend and the name of the man it was called after.