Whitefish River hold out your hand

The southern section closest to the plains.
@Okeanos is travelling with her; tagging @Ira for visibility!

It was hard to determine where to go next; Ibis almost didn't want to leave the woods she'd found. The hollow was eerie but the woods nearby to it were immense, yet open, and the familiar sounds of songbirds within the trees created a sense of belonging within her; a calm, a nostalgia. The woods reminded Ibis of Elysium and her heart ached, but it was a good ache.

Moving north from there - and following yet another riverway - the two wolves moved across the plains and it felt like she suddenly became a bird. There was nothing but grassland all around them; the mountains blurred along the horizon to the east and Ibis wondered as she ran, is mom there somewhere? It felt strange at first to be so exposed upon the plains, but the feeling of the wind whipping at her slender body was breathtaking. As Ibis ran she could hear her brother running beside her for a while, but eventually his hefty self lagged behind and for the first time, she felt utterly free. 

The sensation lasted all the way until she felt the burn of her tired limbs and the throbbing weight of pressure in her lungs. Ibis had never been the most athletic creature and running like that made her very sore, but she felt self-satisfied and filled with euphoria. Endorphins flooded her body as she paced and waited for Okeanos to catch up with her, and through the gasps for air and the panting of her tongue she thought she could smell water, and sought it out. Her ambling trail led to a quiet segment of river lazily chugging along, and she hastily stopped there to drink.

Ibis took a few laps of the water and then decided, on a whim, that she could cool off faster if she went for a swim. With a quick look around for Okeanos, the nymph hastily took the plunge before her sense of reason could overcome that new free-feeling pulsing through her. The water was warm, perhaps because the humidity of the season was affecting the lethargic portion of the river she had found; that worked for her, and she bobbed there for a few minutes prior to paddling back to the shore and collapsing in a happy heap upon a patch of grass.