He scanned the sky which was clear blue with some light fluffy clouds in the distance. The humidty was minimal, but he could feel some dampness in the air and indeed the sandy soil was a bit damp to the touch, so he determined that it had rained not long before he arrived. He looked up and down the stream but the visibility was approximately a hundred yards in each direction due to the tall grass. He took off his pack and heaved it over the stream. He could have jumped it with the pack on, but after seeing the fish with teeth he decided that clearing the stream with room to spare would be prudent. After making sure his pack landed well away from the stream he backed up a ways to get a run at it. He ran as hard as he could and kicked off the bank as high as he could. As he landed on the other side three of the carnivorous fish lept snapping out of the water at his shadow. He shivered. Those teeth looked so menacing.
Keeping one eye on the stream, Bepergian gathered his pack and restrapped it to his back. He unclipped his floppy hat from the carabiner on his bag and settled it on his head. He looked back at the stream and then continued on toward the line of trees in front of him. He checked the position of the sun and was able to determine (based on the NSEW rules of his own world) that he was heading west.