Totoka River So this is it....

All you have to do is walk until you cannot touch the ground.

For someone who was taught this at a young age, this might not be such a big deal. But for someone who spent her life with her paws firmly on some sort of ground, it was terrifying in a way. Potema looked at the deep water where Charon had paddled, unable to see the bottom. She glared at it, almost willing the ground to come up ever so slightly so she would not have to leave the soft mud that made up the bottom of the stream. But alas, it was not to be.

Taking a deep breath again, and silently praying to Sithis and Mephala that she would not drown, Potema slowly walked in. As the ground began to incline, Potema stood on her toes, unwilling to leave the mud, until she could not stretch her body anymore, and sank.

The paddling motion came to her, but the fear of drowning as she dipped into the water was stronger, making her flounder in the water, which was worse. Her instinct made her head back to the shore, tripping as she went, running past Charon onto safe ground, not caring how much of a coward she looked.