Mudminnow River guide your loyal sons and daughters

The scene on the taiga inspired the huntress within Druid, though she decided against returning there. Instead, she shifted her focus to her own aspiring specialty: fisher. She still had much to learn about the craft and winter presented all sorts of new opportunities, as formerly bustling waters began to freeze.

She asked @Sequoia to come with her this cold but sunny afternoon, the two of them striding along the meandering shore of Mudminnow River. Every so often, Druid stopped to inspect and observe the waterway. It seemed the gentler eddies were locked in a sheet of ice, while the rapids continued to flow. Where she did find a layer of verglas, the thickness varied quite a bit depending on the particulars of its location.

They ranged further south than Druid had ever ventured before. She could see a forest full of towering trees ahead, though her mother told her they should turn back now and begin making their way north again. Obedient in her youth, Druid gazed longingly at the hollow for only a moment before turning to retrace their steps on the long, winding walk home.