It was looking as though the pair was not only lost on a waterlogged island, but soon to be in the dark as well. Gully had a convenient glow to him, but it could only do so much to light the way. The waters of the stream looked bottomless black just outside the soft ring of light and the roots barely became visible in time not to fall over them.
Lexi scratched absently at the dried mud on her cheek and cast a fretful look around. Her horse might be able to rest comfortably enough in the water, but she needed something a little less of a drowning hazard before she'd be willing to lay down for the night.
Gully was somewhat better suited for the low visibility. As it continued to darken he took the lead and made no complaints when Lexi grabbed fistfuls of his tail to keep from getting separated. He could tell the stream was quickly bottoming out as it drew to an end. The quality of the root tangles was changing as well, becoming lower to the ground and spread out. From the looks of it Gully felt he was on the track of a decent enough place to stop before Lexi hurt herself tripping over her own tired feet one too many times.