Motion sickness

Spirit had a feeling his mother hadn't come this way, but he wanted to be certain before he and his siblings moved on to their next territory. As far as he remembered she'd never been a huge fan of water, and he thought she might try to avoid a land like this, a place where the ground was mingled with water. Every step he took and turn he made seemed unpredictable, solid ground giving way to stretches of water. He wondered how the trees managed to grow here but figured he couldn't begin to understand such things just by observation. Finding his way to a patch of solid ground, Spirit shook excess water from his paws, lifting his head higher and trying to get a good grasp on his surroundings.

He'd grown considerably since his return to Abaven, eventually filling in his form though it remained such as lanky and leggy as it had always been. His figure was proving useful, his long limbs aiding in this seemingly endless journey that he and his siblings had embarked upon. At least he was able to travel longer distances without tiring too quickly. Casting a glance toward the sky, he noted that the sun was nearly at its peak. Mentally he calculated how much time he had left before returning to the spot Void had designated as the meeting spot tonight. For now he'd explore this strange forest and see if it held anything promising, though he wasn't feeling all that hopeful.