Firefly Ravine on the thin ice of modern life

She only vaguely remembered this journey, having been so out of it following Venninne and her daughter. Still, something within her had kept it handy, and so she traced the path from Bearclaw, straying a little, but otherwise right on course. This ravine was more familiar for a couple of reasons: they'd found the Redhawk girl here, and she knew that when she climbed out the other side, the sea would be in reach.

A little tired, Maegi paused for a drink and a rest, panting slightly from exertion on the bank. She dipped her snout and began to lap at the water, becoming more greedy as she went along. Thirst slaked, after a moment she relaxed, laying on her side and watching the current move along.

She'd have to ford the creek at a shallower point, but for now she was content to sit peacefully, quietly, gathering her scattered thoughts. There was still much to do. Who knew if Titmouse had even listened to her and gone to Undersea—and if he had, whether he was still there. Or if, Peryite forbid, the Redhawks had hunted him down. . .

A shiver ran through her at the thought, and Maegi flung it away quickly, pushing it well out of mind. It didn't do any good to fixate on what could be. Right now, there was no certainty. It was Schrödinger's Mou, both alive on the island and dead. Until she saw for herself, she couldn't know for sure.

And then Mou hopefully found, she would then go to Blackfeather. . .and atone for the sin of departing without word.

@Vaati