Usually, self preservation guided Woya above all else. Sometimes, adventure and arrogance teamed up to trump this drive, however, allowing the woman to put herself in some pretty unwise situations. Today's questionable choice led her to attempting to cross a rough section of river by way of the jagged, iced-over stones that littered and churned the water's flow.
The rapids were quick-moving enough that the creek which contained them had only frozen in sparse patches; one could still fall into the frigid current and be pulled downriver.
Still, she'd made it just over a third of the way across and there was no stopping her now. Woya was graceful, she could totally handle this.