You choke back these strange thoughts and hurriedly strip off your jeans, tossing them into the stream to let the strong current bear them away.
With the largest culprit of scent removed, you dip yourself in the stream, the chilly water helping even more to let you keep your head.
Scrubbing yourself clean, you pride yourself on quick action. Another misdirection, and now you're scentless again. You lean back on the pelt, drawing it over your
presently bare skin and hope for the best.