Sun Mote Copse world's water

Tuwawi approached the stream as the golden she-wolf stiffened, her mangeled snout prodding the air to better scent the strange vagabond. A border was close... were these lands being to be claimed? Either way, the good-looking physique of her company meant food was nearby and that was something the ember deeply coveted amongst other things. 

"Hello," she rasped, tone somewhat pointed and curt. "You claim these lands?" The matron stopped at the water's edge, one dotted brow rising as she inquired.