Mudminnow River the goddess will provide

Molars, came a voice from a little farther upstream, carried back to Jorn on the wind. Molars... Molars.

He blinked, ears pushed forward on his head. What in the Goddess' name was this creature talking about molars for? And what... was she? Eyes narrowing, he went toward her, sniffing the wind, and recoiled at the scent of a woman in heat, mixed with a strange, cloying smell of some unidentifiable plant-life. The two scents combined to be quite disgusting, and Jorn was yet too young to really know what to do with a woman in heat. He knew, of course, but had no interest in such things.

He stared at the woman, trying to decide what species she belonged to. She looked like a wolf had mated with a bear. To tell the truth, he'd heard stranger stories. Sighing deep in his throat, he called out, "Hello? Are you all right?" He did not know what else to ask in this situation, for he could not identify the plant-and-mushroom scent that clung to her, and could not imagine why she could possibly be muttering about molars.