Swiftcurrent Creek just follow the smell

Shall we wrap up? :) Can't wait to follow the Silvertip Mountain pack formation.

Bazi was too disoriented to correctly identify west, and didn't want to shame herself by guessing incorrectly. She watched Lecter for a moment, hoping he would say something else, but the doctor just regarded her with an expression that she could not read. The thought of beginning a long journey after so much trauma made bile rise in the back of the youngster's throat, and she dismissed the idea in favour of a solid night's rest and a pre-dawn start. "I'll go at first light," she promised, and dipping her head in thanks. With her head bowed, she stole a few looks at Lecter's dank, crusty coat. Though he hadn't said an ill word to her, she struggled hard not to judge him for his peculiarity - were there health benefits? Was he just a bit unkempt? Or was there some kind of insanity behind his choice to stink? The newcomer dared not ask out loud - not yet. She lingered for a moment longer, said a stilted "Thank you" and backed away into the darkness with many burning questions unanswered.