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Picking up the trail



You pick up the trail again, traveling after a few hours with no encounters and ever on the alert. Around lunchtime, you come upon a river. It seems impossibly deep where the tracks end, and fairly fast moving. You can see in the distance spots where it looks as if it might be shorter across, if not a tad bit shallower as well. Up ahead, you vaguely see a copse of trees, and it seems like several somethings may be moving through the trees. You are too far away yet, to be sure if the movement is natural or not.

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