Mudminnow River obscura

With evening came Arbiter's trip home. She'd been tracking a herd of moose that had been lingering near the borders but had in the recent days moved away from the territory. Her investigations hadn't given her an answer on whether or not they were going to be around through the winter. Too early to tell. She'd check for them later.

Since she was familiar now with the course of the river, so to save herself the trouble, she'd cut a straight line to avoid one switchback in its banks. Now coming up alongside a straighter part again, she spotted a lighter figure in the distance -- or at least, that was who she spotted first, the more shadowy one appeared next as she approached. She didn't move in any sort of stealthy way, just her usual amble. 

She was silent, and though she wasn't at her own territory, her inquisitive glance swept between them with her normal analytical stare. So, who were these two? They didn't smell like Ursus or the Saints, so that was good, but it wasn't like she'd gone and stuffed her nose right in their pelts. No, she stopped at a comfortable distance. Finally, a cant of her head. They'd been having a conversation and wasn't going to outright interrupt.