Otter Creek when you close your eyes

Her ears lifted at the foreign word, and immediately Potema was suspicious. While her training at Hag Fen had taught her that not all unfamiliar words were curses you paranoid witch, she was still suspicious. It was within her nature to be. But she kept, or tried to keep, such doubts within her mind rather than on her face.

The wolf had only just arrived in Teekon Wilds, which caused her to wonder: why come here to a barren wasteland barely recovering from a plague? Surely he must be stopping for a mere moment before travelling elsewhere. No sane wolf would just stay here. A long time. A long time for her at least. What brings you here, then? A drink of water?