Mudminnow River Their own number

The wind was not in Arbiter's favor, so most of the information she was getting was based on sight.  Yet another poor wolf that was pretty screwed up for one reason or another.  Not a familiar face to her, either.  But did that mean that he was a possible recruit unless the wind shifted and revealed he reeked of another pack.  It would be unfortunate, surely, but for now it was just blurry hints, nothing distinct.  

Arbiter's observation of him was also meticulous.  When he'd called her attention, she'd redirected her path, moving calmly as she did, stopping when it was a comfortable distance -- reasonable to talk, but he was still a stranger and obviously someone had been mightily pissed at him at some point.  Hell, sounded like it even was messing with his voice.  Whatever.  She'd find out how bad soon enough, right?  At least she had some sort of vague experience just trying to   She dipped her head, Good day.  I assume you're not here for pristine water.