Grouse Thicket second to the right and straight on til morning

He wasn't lost, per se - merely following a map of his own footsteps, and on that first foray into this land, Day had taken the long way 'round. That meant that a little criss-crossing was called for, even though he was fairly sure they could reach the river by just heading straight across the thicket through which they were currently trekking. He hoped that @Anita either didn't mind or didn't notice his roundabout route, but the possibility seemed pretty remote. He was about to turn and tell reveal to her his methods when a curious scent reached his nostrils. And old scent, but one he certainly recognied - just not the one he'd been expecting.

"Do you smell that?" he asked, bemused. If he was not very much mistaken, there were faint traces of Silvertip's alpha all over these woods.