Otter Creek paint me as a villian

Movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention quickly. Yew turned her head towards the other to get a better look. A scrawny looking woman, or man, it was hard to tell from a distance, dancing about in the water. She found his movements to be odd yet amusing in some way. It had been quite some time, years even, since she saw such a carefree soul.
Yew found herself drawing near the dark wolf. She carried a neutral stance and her eyes showed the smallest sign of bewilderment. No words came from her just yet, but instead she stood and watched, wondering what this wolf would do next.