"Most of us," he repeated under his breath as he slowed to a stop. They'd reached about as far upstream as they could without completely going under the cover of trees. The ground was still too flooded, even with all the roots helping direct the stream on it's way.

But they what they didn't have in dry ground they made up for in perfectly good branches. Daryl moved over to one in a less-muddy area and started to climb, "This'un's got a decent view about half-way up. Lightning probably struck it a few years ago, tore open a hole in the boughs and left a couple large broken branches we can sit on. Not as comfortable as the ground, but not bad, neither."

About ten feet up he turned and looked down at her, suddenly remembering she wasn't part cat, even if she was damn near as graceful as one, "You need any help climbing?"