Big Salmon Lake I saw fireworks from the freeway

The other woman agreed, and Lane smiled. "It's like a zesty scent.. it stands out.." Lane attempted to explain, once she saw the other woman begin to sample the air. 

The wind shifted slightly. "It-- there! That's it! Did you get it?" Lane threw an excited look over her shoulder before setting off at a trot. Toad was not the only one that enjoyed tracking. 

"I'm Lane," she answered finally, recalling that the woman had introduced herself a moment ago. She neglected to give her surname. This far west, it was unlikely the Vitale name would be recognized, but still. This was part of starting over. 

"Firefly Glen.. bet that's pretty on summer nights," Lane mused, still halfway distracted by her search. The young medic would likely have more questions about the pack, once the comfrey was located.