Whitebark Stream you have the universe in your veins

It felt strange to cross the river without any other purpose than she can. The agreement had been a thing, in varying degrees, since she'd arrived and decided on her claim. She knows she met Reek across the stream, a little further ways down, and that had been the end of it. She'd been content, for a while, to let things go as they were but eventually it spiraled out beyond any of their control. Now, she approaches the stream knowing she isn't breaking any laws or agreements, that a war isn't going to start because she's here, exploring a territory she never got to explore.

The upper half of the taiga, she's mapped rather well. She knows how to get where she's going but the southwestern side is mostly unknown. Her paws step into the cool stream, a wind ruffles her fur, and she crosses the gentle current with ease.

In the distance, she can see the beginnings of the Maplewood. It is her ultimate destination. She'd explored it a little over a week ago, but with a different purpose, and now she's rested and well fed once more, and she takes caution to it as she would any neutral territory. Scents might remain, but they would be faint, but Thuringwethil doesn't rush her trip. Standing, water just above her ankles in the stream, she drops her head for a cool drink of water and watches as the occasional small minnows pass her by.