You are not entirely pleased with this becoming a repeating narrative theme in your life. And yet, here you are, up a tree, Mom hovering protectively around your head, while a large angry animal makes loud noises and threatening gestures down at ground level. Well, slightly below ground level, since it's a swamp. And you don't recognize the creature this time; something large and scaly with too many teeth that moves way faster than you expected - even though you'd sensed the danger, you hadn't allowed yourself enough getaway room, and now you're stuck. You remind yourself, yet again, that you ought to pick up something heavier someday for your strifekind. (You remind yourself that typically your method is to avoid trouble.) You are never taking a shortcut on a delivery route again.