Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

Mella lifted her head and flicked a drop of water from her ear. Slowly she sat up, finding she had more energy to continue on. Though the sun was still beating on her coat, with her side soaked with water the trip would hopefully be a little cooler. Looking around to check her surroundings she notices the other two wolves, a male who looked to be grey, at least from her perspective. The female to her other side hurt her eyes just slightly from the white coat. She rose to her paws and weighed her choices: approch one of the wolves or leave both alone and mind her own business. After a moment the second option was pushed to the side as she walked towards the female, seeing as the male was walking away.