Otter Creek Outside tripping in the broken city

Hi there! Really really rusty, please forgive me D:

Koda too was at the creek that day, up to his hocks in the cool water as he lapped up a long drink. His ears perked up at the sound of rustling leaves in the reeds just upstream. Moments later, a plump muskrat emerged and plopped into the water. Koda licked his chops hungrily as he watched the varmint crawl up onto the opposite bank to nibble on some roots. He was only mildly hungry, a nice fat muskrat would do him just fine. But before he could make a move, something bigger pushed it's way through the weeds. Startled, Koda's lunch slipped back into the water and disappeared below the surface.

A white she-wolf emerged from the reeds, hot on it's trail and apparently too focused on the hunt to notice him standing quietly a few yards downstream. Koda observed her from where he stood. She was a bit bigger than him, and a couple years older from the looks of it. Koda tried to make his presence known to her with a soft chuff. "He went that way," he told her, gesturing further upstream with his muzzle.