Your walk continues, becoming a series of climbing and descending of hills, each different in some way. There are occasional groupings of trees, various scurryings through the tall grasses, and many, many insects. Some of which start buzzing irritatingly around your ears and nose. There is the sound of an animal in the distance, some kind of squealing trumpet of a sound, followed by a booming blat, but you are not able to see what it was. After some more walking you spot a line of darker green in the near distance, with the gleaming flash of water betraying a winding river from between the clumps of green.