Cricket Creek Bog And pray for the thunder

"Good" was a very generous way to describe her plan.  It just seemed to be the most logical solution off the top of her head.  Deciding it best to not voice that thought, Ivy watched while the other female turned and studied the path she'd taken to her current predicament.  A moment later she realized the other female wasn't too keen on her idea.

She frowned.  Depends on how much risk you're willing to take, she called, trying once again to keep her tone far from the "sarcastic" or "bitchy" realm.  To Ivy, the stranded female knew she was able to get to her current location by taking her previous path, so wouldn't it make the most sense to take that path again if it had already been deemed safe?  Her frown deepend.  Then again, she wasn't around to see what had happened on the journey through the bog.  If you move quickly you should make it just fine.  An expert she certainly was not, but suggestions were all she had to offer at the moment.