Mudminnow River Stop for nothing

There was the question lingering between them of just where the deer went. Freyja looked around, drawing a blank as the cogs within her mind began to churn. Quickly, Freyja lowered her nose to the ground to take in the scent as her eyes wandered to the watery shores.

Was it possible that they had crossed? Could deer swim?

She was unsure, but despite this she gave that option a go. “Did they cross the river?” She asked, looking up to Wildfire with a look of hope upon her young features.