Mudminnow River under pressure

she was not alone for long, for shortly after she dipped her muzzle deep into the cool waters of the stream did another appear. her gaze fastened on the other, yet she did not raise her muzzle from the current immediately, instead drinking greedily for a time while she watched the other. finally, she lifted her dripping muzzle from the river, watching her- and when the beautiful woman made no move to speak, the girl broke the silence with a few words that were probably too loud. "Who are you?" 

her brow furrowed in the slightest, voice unnaturally loud sounding in the silence that had existed between them a moment of two. the woman was pretty- her pelt held not only the icy shades of winter, but also a fiery shade that, if Dawn knew more of the world, would have reminded her of summer, or perhaps autumn.