There is a thread of her scent on the breeze. Playful River, chase me follow me hunt me.

If he follows the map along the lakeshore, a good distance from the Bar, it will lead him up a fairly well-marked path up to one of the more beautiful spring meadows. Her scent is stronger here. But there is no sign of her.

Hold on a moment. Is that a bit of coy laughter from the far end of the meadow?

Followed possibly an angry squeak?