Blackfeather Woods periodic

she finds that after pressing the limits of where her self-imposed world lies, she longs to do the same at home. the visit up the stream and to the mountains has emboldened her, and though not as thrilling as the places she'd been a couple days previously, she's set her site on the mire. it is unfamiliar, uncharted, and not off-limits in the way that that the ravine and the great tree are. 

it's really just wet, and smelly. but she's already hock-deep in the mud, roving on and off solid ground, and quite pleased with the number of frogs she's spotted.