It was a relatively large river, easily ten to fifteen feet across that flowed gently, the water level with the ground he stood on. It was the sheer immensity of the water being moved that caused the noise. He smiled widely. Finally, some fucking progress. "Thorax!" he called, turning to face into the forest. She called back; he felt her presence close by. "Found the river!" he shouted as the wind picked up behind him. He kept facing the forest and calling out to the changeling, helping her follow his voice. She eventually emerged from the forest, seemingly haggard.