Arrow Lake can you spare a dam?

minor assumption that, if Finley doesn’t hear about the leaders’ leaves directly, she knows they’re gone from scent.

72°F clear, semi-humid with mild wind. for @Lunaria; rolled here for a beaver, up to you whether it’s successful! can forward-date a bit if Arrow Lake is pushing it distance-wise.

Maybe leaving the canyon when both leaders were M.I.A. wasn’t the best idea. Then again, Finley had committed to a lot of questionable ideas in the past few days, and taking a stroll through the mountains was nothing in comparison. Her verbal spar with Renard a few days prior, understated as it was, left her head buzzing, and she was scarcely inclined to tackle new encounters in such a state—at least not with packmates.

The lake to the northeast had caught her attention during previous wanderings around the Sunspire, and so here Finley found herself on a warm afternoon. Paths by the water, from her initial vantage, were neither apparent nor steady; the challenge of traversing it kept her mind sharp, and by the time she neared level ground, Finley was eager to put her senses to use. From a light breeze wafting up the hills, the scent of beaver drifted towards her—huh, out at this time? Was it lost? injured? Good.

Target locked. Finley dropped her head to the ground for a good sniff. It seemed she wasn’t alone.