Swiftcurrent Creek I am not a legend, I'm a fraud

There's a meadow across the creek, Mae supplied, turning with a gesture for Kaiaka to follow her. The old trails Akavir had laid for her hadn't yet faded so much by the time she'd arrived, so it'd only taken a little refresher to get them back up to standard. Now she moved through the territory easily, frequenting the paths often enough to remember every step.

Even when the trail brought them to the massive fallen log which served as a bridge across this fast-moving part of the river, Mae did not falter. She still remembered the look of it. Barely. More than that, Mae operated on muscle memory to keep her footing across the log. It was slick with moss and lingering moisture from the constant spray of water, but her step remained sure.

See anything? she breathed, falling back slightly to ensure Kaiaka would catch the words. The creek swept away most of the scents, this close; Mae could tell nothing of what lay ahead.