The pine forest returned as we continued on the path and with it came the warmth
of summer. We both increased our pace as we smelled fresh water in the air,
having finished the last of our supply what seemed like miles ago.
As we gradually rose in elevation, rough, moss-covered rock rose on our left and I
noticed webs scattered on the face, each tightly spun enough to hold small pools
of water.
A golden radiance came from each pool ahead of us and faded as we passed.
Kala was unimpressed and I could only spend moments examining one of the
webs before he insisted with a gentle nose that it was time to move on.