"Got it!" It wouldn't be the first time- the things she does for stories, sometimes!- but it's never pleasant. Maya pushes through, trying to squish herself a bit smaller to avoid thorns- though one still snags her. She bites down on a hiss, trying to keep quiet, as while it looks like the path opens up ahead- it looks like it's travelled more often, too, with other paths joining in.

"We might be getting closer," she says, stepping forward carefully- but while there is fur again, there are also footprints- but more pawlike than hooved.