[That that is indeed rather large - far too large for a human to easily jump across. Ammy could make it at a run, definitely, but she doesn't have time to go back and forth for each one. She turns her head back and forth then sees a large tree nearby. She'll be running her ink rather low, but it's worth it. They have no choice in the matter... Rushing to the tree, she sweeps her tail in a horizontal line across the trunk as she twirls around it. The ink hardens like steel, then slices through it like a carver's knife through bone. The tree snaps and whines as it rolls slightly then begins to come toppling down with a heavy crash on the other side. Careful there, little friend, you don't want that thing coming down on you, now.
It's not terribly wide, but it's a bridge nonetheless. She can meet Chip halfway and take the flowaccus across, or hope they're dexterous enough to make it by themselves. She has perhaps a half pot of ink left...not enough for anything, but...maybe. Maybe she can push it. It'll damage her, probably, but she doesn't care. She can endure. The others need to live.]
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It's not terribly wide, but it's a bridge nonetheless. She can meet Chip halfway and take the flowaccus across, or hope they're dexterous enough to make it by themselves. She has perhaps a half pot of ink left...not enough for anything, but...maybe. Maybe she can push it. It'll damage her, probably, but she doesn't care. She can endure. The others need to live.]