Whitebark Stream slowing down

She rolled, thrashing across the grass in a "get it off, get it off" frantic fashion before suddenly a voice cut through the air. She froze, whipping around and rolling to her stomach to stare back at the wolf who'd appeared through the darkness. "Well it wasn't a snake," she snapped, lifting to her feet as she shook herself off and tried to regain a little bit of her composure.

"Water's just cold..." she muttered that last part somewhat lowly as she rolled her shoulders forward, realized she was standing for no good reason, and sat back down. No point in standing if there was no need for it.

She looked at the wolf in front of her and realized what a scene she must have made. No doubt he thought her a crazy wolf, rolling around as though she were trying to put a fire out of her fur. "You saw nothing," she affirmed, letting him know that he was not to speak of this incident. She had a reputation to uphold after all. She wouldn't let it be spoiled with a singular moment of weakness.