Totoka River Flowers are happy things.

Dante had been running through the lands slowly, skirting pack territories and trying to glean what information he could about the wolves who lived here. He could at least get an idea of pack numbers from scent along the boundary, a very rough estimate but better than nothing. He didn't want to get too close, especially without Helena to back him up if things got nasty.

Scenting water ahead, Dante veered that direction, fancying a drink. As he raised his head from the water, thirst sated, he heard a splash a ways down the river. Suddenly alert, he hesitated, then begin to jog along the bank, curiosity getting the better of his caution. As he got nearer he scented a single wolf, female, and from what he could tell a member of the same pack whose lands he had just rounded.

She was standing in the middle of the river, seemingly intent on the water, and Dante stopped to watch. What was she doing? Did she lose something? At first he had thought maybe she was crossing, but it didn't appear that she was moving at all. Strange.

He approached slowly, within plain view, presenting as small a threat as possible. Dante was nothing if not polite. "Excuse me, are you alright?" He asked from the riverbank, not entering the water. Perhaps she was stuck?