Mudminnow River orinoco flow

By now, her brother and sisters had each ventured beyond the bypass. Despite herself, Druid grew curious about the world outside Rivenwood. She spent more time near the borders, lingering there, gazing off into the distance as she tried to imagine what she might find in the wilderness. She could go and see for herself, of course, but she never did.

Now, she stood just outside the rocky gates of her home, staring at the fork of what would become Mudminnow River, should she follow its winding path southerly. If she trod west, it would take her to Witch’s Marsh. Druid didn’t know any of these names. Her mismatched eyes wandered from one branch to the other, then back again, and a small splash compelled her to take a few steps south.

She stopped before going very far, her tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek. She knew she should take one of her sisters with her, or else another pack mate. Druid’s eyes dropped to the snake wound around her leg and she remembered she wasn’t truly alone. Drawing in a deep breath, she gave in to this unusual whim of hers and began to trot downstream.