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Reggie didn't know what to say to that, so she said nothing. The she-wolf guided her toward a small stream, then motioned for the whelp to join her. Although typically fearless, she held back. An instinctive trepidation passed through her. Just moments ago, she had been sitting beside a puddle. Many times had she drunk from similar small pools. But the small runnel appeared quite foreboding to her. Beyond the wolf's paw, she could see movement: the current. A small shudder passed down her spine.

Fearing rebuke for her failure to do as she was told, Regipre nonetheless took a step backward, shaking her head no. "Can't," she said simply, unable to articulate why she feared the water and how come she didn't dare come any closer. Would the she-wolf force her? Or try to punish her for her disobedience? She prepared herself for these possibilities, her muscles tensing in preparation to spring away, out of reach.