Big Salmon Lake [M] teeth of terror sinking in

The waters cooled her and cleaned her both. She emerged as quickly as she entered, senses still attentive to the lone wolf. The woman shook her furs out, her temperature lower; she became invigorated, and felt revitalized. She prepared to return home then, but the sudden silence alerted her to the fact the other had finished.  

She was close to him, but had moved away enough to be able to (just barely) gather herself. She turned toward him, head on, and lunged at him in kind, her spring thrusting all of her weight back at him. There was little time to gather all of her momentum, but ideally the move would be enough to shock him and cause him some sort of misstep, lips peeled backward but not yet grabbing for flesh.