Sun Mote Copse wait a minute i'm passing out, win or lose

Assumed Arunik'ra reached the river, lmk if you want me to change that!

If the sunset had been beautiful, Ragna didn't notice. Since her settling at the river several days prior, Ragna had not left. In the warmth of the day she had crossed at a shallow point to the east banks of the river. When the day's fading burst into glorious beauty, Ragna had been hard at work, overturning rocks to see what would slither out. In this way she had caught several small lizards and a snake.

By nightfall she had grown bored of her sport. Her stomach was full and without the heat of the day the muddy river bank was cold and uncomfortable. Ragna slipped into the cool water to clean herself, deep enough that the water lapped up her sides. She might have left, then once she felt that the water had washed away the worst of the mud, but keen ears picked up the sound of a predator's quiet movement. The underbrush of the copse on the other side of the river rustled as it bent to give way to whoever passed. Ragna watched the treeline, curious and unafraid of who might emerge.