Mudminnow River And what you get

Another trip, same goal as before. The weather had broken again, so she picked a different direction and headed out. If she kept wandering, she had to find something eventually. Hopefully something that appealed. At least she wasn't searching for new territory -- that at least hadn't changed. The river was familiar, and not a favorite place. It just existed. That was about it.

She saw a distant herd of deer -- if it could even be called that, it was maybe all of three -- come up and drink from the muddy water. They weren't what held her interest today. She wanted to find the rogues that she could take into her own fold. It would be nice. But so far, not much recent luck. And so, she'd keep looking, walking. She held a sort of southeastern path.