Twisted Slough I'm going back to 505

lmk if this is okay!

the hinterlands held an easy familiarity for germanicus.

though it had been several years, his long strides remembered the ranging of this place. the mountain edges, the waterways. an island cut by rivers where he had hunted beside a skilled pantherine woman. the deep forests. the holy elk.

crowfeather.

the swamp was uninviting. he kept from its edge and found firmer paths along the slough's edge. presently, a small shape appeared before him. 

the boy was muddy. germanicus called out to him. "it will only deepen from there."