Misha sped up her pace. The ground broke off from pine needles and leaf litter to mud and sparse rocks and sand, beaten in by the current of the river. The splashes and hushed voices were clearer, now. She pushed through the undergrowth and emerged onto the muddy riverbank with a high pitched grunt(???????????????). She looked up and saw the soaking forms of what - when she squinted - appeared to be their fearless leader and a particularly irritated Kianna. Maybe just a normal Kianna. She paused for a second, then took a breath in. "Hey!" she yelled, waving her arm.