Cara gave Eamon a hearty pat on the back and marched, almost skipped, merrily along. At this rate, they would be at their destination in half an hour or less. Team morale was certainly high enough to last several times that long, and in Cara's eyes that was all they needed.
The group continued on until they reached an open clearing, nearly 20 meters in diameter. A shallow stream ran through the far side, obstructing the way forward. When Cara reached the edge of the clearing, she immediately signaled the party to stop. A large Ursa stood with its back to them, hunched over as if drinking from the stream. When Cara scanned the area, she could see no other threats. In a low whisper, she decided to consult with her teammates. "There's a lone Ursa ahead," she started. "We could certainly take it in a fight if need be, but it hasn't noticed us yet. If you want, I bet we could sneak around..."
Then again, I've heard that riding an Ursa can be mighty fun... I bet it could take us across that stream, too... Why this thought crossed Cara's mind, she did not know, but it deeply disturbed her.