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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