Cleaner water wasn't likely, but less muddy would probably do...although the stream was cold, frigidly cold, and by the time she was cleaner, Karen was shivering and shaking (if not also blue).  Making her way closer to the cabin, she was greeted by a badger that emerged as she approached...or, rather, a Badger in a tweed jacket, a waistcoat of red paisley, trousers of some deep shade of blue, and a clay pipe.  It seemed to do a double-take, then fished in one pocket for a monocle, which it screwed into place.<br/><br/>"Good heavens!  A human?  Here?  And in such a state!"