Otter Creek I can be as contrary as I choose

Nope! It's perfect!

Here she was, just minding her own business, when along came a– She jumped, shrieking at the top of her lungs as she halted her bathing business and made a bee-line fore the shore. "Something bit me," she said out loud, to no one in particular, save herself. She examined her hind toe for a bit, making sure it wasn't terribly wounded. A bit sore. Her pad had distinct puncture marks in it, but with a little TLC she would definitely survive. All the same, she rounded her foot and walked upon its side, before hopping out onto a stone over looking the water.

She peeked her nose over the edge and searched the river. "Who is it!? Out with you!" she barked her own demands. "This isn't funny, whoever you are. That hurt." Abandoning her efforts over the water (for what wolf could possibly hold their breath that long?), she turned her search elsewhere to see if some creature might have fled in her sudden panic.