Riley searched the ground for any tracks that animals would have left and sat for a few minutes. She knew she was pushing it, somebody would have seen the smoke and would be hunting her down. She clenched her pocket knife tightly and could feel it digging in to her hand, luckily it was still blunt. Another thing to do, sharpen the knife. She could hear gushing water from a distance, but where? North maybe? She wasn't sure but she knew it wouldn't be far. She grabbed her backpack and started running, not bothering to cover her tracks. By the time she reached the river, it wouldn't matter