Swiftcurrent Creek Now how can he smile

There was a fool in her river. Or near it anyway, and that was bad enough. Hey! You nose-blind or somethin'? Mae called out as she beelined toward the scent and sound of the intrusive presence. She stopped perhaps a dozen feet away, tail a high banner at her back, fur bristling just a little.

A fool in her river, and no one to help her chase him out. Just her luck.