Whitefish River the road goes ever on

Laika arched her back in a stretched, tail curling in pleasure. She stood up full height again, glancing around the bank of the river to each wolf who was there. Her eyes then glanced at another male wolf who walked up to an older wolf. She heard the name Shreya, and Casmir and guessed those were their names. She eyes the female's position with her paws dipped into the water. She smiled and padded silently over. That wasn't such a bad idea. 

She tried to recall the last time she's seen these wolves, but she couldn't quite put a paw on it. Her own paws were pretty soar and heated and she stepped into the water a few yards away, letting the liquid flow around her ankles and cool her feet.