Jerrar began to gallop towards the source of the smell. After many minutes of running, they fell upon a series of small hills composed of mostly large rocks and boulders. They were rather steep and difficult to climb, but after an exhausting hike they reached the top.<br/><br/>Upon peaking over the edge, Jerrar's eyes lit up with joy. A small creak was running through the valley, guarded by the boulderous hills on both sides, but around the creek was a rather lush amount of greenery. Though the plants didn't stray farther than 10 to 20 yards from the water source, swarms of bugs were visible, small fish occasionally jumped from the quick running creek to catch a bug or two. Even toads seemed content in this place. Far to the east, it stretched away from the course they had been taking, and with the hills in the way, it was no surprise that they had not noticed it before. To the west, where they were headed, it also strayed away from the coarse they were going to take. This bend in the creek seemed to be the closest bend to their path. What luck.