“Perhaps if you don’t panic trying to figure out which way to go, and let your natural instincts take over instead,” said Tarkyn’s practical love, “you may actually have a sense of direction after all.” Tarkyn sent her a speaking look that made her gurgle with laughter. “No. Perhaps not.”
As they emerged from the other side, the river came into view. At this point in the forest, it was fast flowing and recent rains had swollen the waters. A background roar spoke of rapids further downstream and the surface of the water was dinted with eddies. Small twigs and branches ducked and swirled as they were pushed along by the waters and occasionally a larger log would float purposefully by.
String and Bean were kneeling over a large deer skin that they had laid out on the bank of the river, rubb
