Whitewater Gorge Fire and Water

By now Mal was of the opinion that Okeanos had probably abandoned him. Hypocrite.  Liar.  Why did Mal even begin to trust him?  He was just as unreliable and stupid as the rest of the Elysium scum that was somewhere past the mountains.  He probably found his peabrained sister and she probably wept and said how mean Mal was for not letting her act like a princess and flounce about all over him.  Good riddance.  He had a forest, and now certainly no obligation to deal with either of them.

Regardless of his inner turmoil giving him a sharp expression, his current puzzle was trying to figure out where the new crossing point was for the gorge.  Some low clouds had rolled in and limited his field of vision so he couldn't just see from far away if there was now a big gaping hole where there used to be a narrow spot, nor did he necessarily trust the edges of the "I can probably make that jump" sections just in case something gave way.  He was being smart, cautious, but it didn't mean that this jaunt of his was going to end up anywhere but him giving up and going back to the forest.  His forest.  And those idiots were gonna be sorry they missed out on how awesome his pack was gonna be -- he was thinking up some ideas, you see.