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So many dead ends, in fact, that Streams of Silver had long-since learned that sending a few scouts out at night to look for a good way forward was the best method of guiding them all through the swamp as painlessly as possible. This was, after all, not a journey of self-deprivation, punishment, or adversity– it was meant to be an experience for the mind above the body.
Still, sometimes a good path seemed to indicate itself, while being inaccessible. A short cliff-face with a fast-running stream at its base blocked her off from what looked to be good ground beyond it, but such an obstacle was not safe for large numbers of kin with various levels of physical fitness to brave.
She huffed, turning around, and looking for another way past this stubborn obstacle. If they could just get up on top of it... the view itself would be stunning, and that meadow...
They'd be able to stop there for a few days, recollect themselves, share stories, and enjoy the bounty. But that was only if she could find a way up.