Felltree Marsh the hanged man

Chanterelle wasn't one to give up hope so easily. After a few calming deep breaths, and grounding herself as a tree in water, she opened her eyes and smiled. There. All better. She was no stranger to these small bouts of sadness and indecision. She had them often, and sometimes it would take days to through them to the other side, but she always did. She just needed to stay confident in herself.

Happily, tail wagging, she began to wade through the marsh, going slowly, feeling the muddy bottom with her paws to be sure she wasn't about to fall into deeper water, or step on anything sharp. Her head was on a constant swivel, looking about for new plants or animals to study. So far, however, the marsh seemed deserted.

And, of course, she had no idea that she was being spied on from very far away.