Swiftcurrent Creek Look for the girl with the broken smile.

Maybe just a cameo? :o

She seemed absorbed in whatever it was she was looking at, so Artax didn't press her any further. Instead, he walked toward the bank and began to drink his fill. The water was cold and bright and oh-so-satisfying. It really was a simple pleasure, but one all the same. Once he'd filled his belly with the crisp liquid, he licked his lips and took a step back from the river.

Jorma glanced once more at the other wolf, but she still seemed captured by the river itself. Perhaps not in the mood to carry on a conversation with a stranger. Not one to be offended, Artax took that as his queue to leave, and he did just that, breaking away from the bank and setting off to wherever his feet might carry him next.