If you're not lost, you're not much of an explorer

Not so big that we can't find our way home. The hesitation in her brother's voice was lost on the girl as she gave a dauntless smile and squared her shoulders. The creaking of the ancient tree branches overhead was no more disconcerting than the rubbing, clacking and groaning of the bamboo right outside their door.

The Archer turned her nose to the air, and then back down to the ground. The familiar scent of herself, her brother, and even her big sister Fuji and her cat Kenta weaved and crisscrossed through the underbrush. She found herself pointing somewhere to the south-west. "Let's head this way first. Maybe we'll find something more exciting than dusty mushrooms..." At least her own were slimy, that had to count for something, right?