Firefly Ravine kawagishi

Something veered her away from the coast. 

A trail? No, fainter - more incomprehensible. A sign, perhaps? Raijin was no stranger to spirits, but their tracks were confusing and difficult to differentiate from reality. She wished her mother was here; she'd know what to do.

The path she picked through the gorge was precariously steep. Each step forward sent another shower of little stones down into the river, fast-flowing and full from snowmelt. Unlike the ocean, rivers were far more unpredictable and dangerous - she really didn't fancy taking a dip. 

She breathed a shaky sigh of relief once she reached the bottom, paws sinking into the mud that lined the swollen riverbank as she calculated the best way to cross.