Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

I don't mind at all c; Note though Crius might think she's a wolf, he's never seen a different species of canine.

Crius submerged himself in the water, muzzle protruding just enough from the water's surface for him to breath; this was his technique to cool off back home before coming to this new area.  An unfamiliar scent invaded his nostrils, and he quickly breached standing up in the shallow creek. 

Not too soon after he breached the water a voice broke his focus; it wasn't like any voice he had heard before, it seemed a bit slurred. He turned to see a female wolf not too far from the bank of the creek. This female appeared to be a bit lanky, perhaps she was of a different breed, or came from a line of scavengers. "How do you do?" Crius asked, slightly eerie of the stranger. 

He began wading his way towards her slowly; the water made his fur a bit heavier if she wanted to attack him it'd be far easier for her as he could barely move.