Totoka River Try to convince ourselves.

He didn't stop running until he had gone beyond his physical limit; it helped that a river cleaved the path ahead, and rather than using the rushing waters as a finish line he stopped just shy of it and worked the adrenaline from his muscles with a few circuits of the bank. His lungs burned and he was a little dizzy from all the activity (and considering he hadn't eaten much besides scraps and frogs for the past few days, he was actually impressed with himself). Firefly paused over a shallow patch where the water bled between the stones at a much lazier pace and he drank greedily, until the chill of the water had cooled him off considerably. As he lifted his head from the water's edge he looked around for his next route, and found himself returning to what the golden woman had been saying, again and again. Ambrose, he tested on his tongue, but scowled. Definitely the name of an asshole.