Whitebark Stream I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors

Eventually, Lane's path crossed with that of another, who was following the flow of the stream in the opposite direction. 

The breeze was blowing the wrong way for Lane to get a decent scent off of the stranger, and the water didn't help things. It seemed to draw in all of the surrounding smells and muddy them, so Lane couldn't make heads or tails of anything separately. 

The stranger reached out first with a rather friendly bark, which Lane took as a good sign. "Hey, got a sec?" she called. He looked like he could be well-traveled, maybe he would be able to answer some questions for her about the state of the surrounding territories.