Greatwater Lake i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

The bark rattles her to her very core. Fear is not a common emotion for the girl that grew up with an easy life. She makes up for all the lost time all at once. Instantly, her ears fall back against her head and her tail immediately sweeps between her legs and tickles her belly. Whatever is behind her has to be monstrous in size and combat is not where she excels, and her size gives her no added advantage. She looks across the lake to find a way out that doesn't involve a literal act of God to get her to the other side. 

Siobhan slowly turns, though she does not turn all the way, and looks at the wolf across from her. Her stomach roils to knot as he speaks, rotten breath rolling in waves from his yellowed teeth. Over and over, she tells her legs to run. The length of the lake eventually opens up to the north but her limbs have solidified in place and cemented to the damp bank, water lapping on one side. She opens her mouth to speak but not a sound comes out, and she finally—shakily—takes a step back and emerges it into the lake.