Whitebark Stream Which direction should I go towards?

Backdated to January 26th. Day one of heat—Kaori is not currently receptive.

This was not her first year of maturity, nor her first season to be lived through. Kaori was not a foolish girl, having known of her time even before the first came—and when it came again, she felt she would be prepared, even without her mother to help guide her through it this year. Despite this knowledge, when she woke to find droplets of blood wetting her fur, she was momentarily ensnared by panic—and then reason dawned on her, the former change in her scent now making sense and leading her to the realisation of what was happening: her season was upon her, earlier in the year than the last, to her surprise.

Pulling herself up to her feet, Kaori inspected herself; the year before she did well to keep clean and fully intended to do the same again this season. Eyeing her surroundings, the dragoness drew in a calming breath before stretching her legs and abandoning her nap spot. By now, she knew which paths to take to reach the stream and intended to use it to locate a smaller offshoot that she could use to clean up in.