Silver Moraine field and fountain, moor and mountain

Unable to locate Thresher on the coast, Moorhen had begun to travel inland. She'd started with the Taiga, because of all the surrounding areas, she knew this one the best. Despite having gone out to find someone else, the Cairn woman was a bit worried she would become lost herself. It was not that she doubted her ability to navigate - it was just a nameless anxiety. As though Undersea might be swallowed up into the ocean, and Moorhen would return and it would be gone. Or perhaps all its inhabitants would be washed away, and she would arrive to find it empty.

The scary part was - the second option wasn't too far out of the realm of possibilities. There was a storm coming. The others might need her!

But Thresher needed her more, so Moorhen pressed on even as the island called her back. Today, she was surveying a deep moraine, unsure whether it would be wiser to cross or to go around. The banded woman tested the steepness and found the rocks slick, so she circled back up to the top and gazed around in worry. Was there a way around? She didn't remember this part of the Taiga very well.