Qeya River I will keep quiet, you'll never know what hit you

Wagging his tail nervously, the eyes of the dog were determined and thoughtful as he tried to think a way out of it. He had told creatures of how he could take care of himself, pride in his voice. Yet here he was, not being able to back away from a river. Tilting his head, he stared at the river, his heart pounding slightly. He could have waited for a drink. His feet was steady on the slippery rocks, yet what if he moved wrong? He could end up wet and freezing. Huffing slightly, he took a careful step back, his paw searching for solid ground. Dying wasn't an option. His curiousity had to be satisfied. Looking back, he took another step. It stayed for a moment, then slipped slightly, but furrowing his eyebrows, he steadied his leg, and it bore his weight.
Hearing a voice, he started, and a surprised yelp fell from his maw, so focused he was on not falling in that he had not heard the creature approaching. His footing slipped, and his claws slid over the icy rocks, his eyes wide. Almost laying down, he held enough traction to stop from going to the river.
He looked up to see the owner of this voice. Another wolf. Any fear he had turned to a gleam of curiosity and sheepishness in his voice. Hey there! Yeah, you could say that. I, uh, I also kind of got myself stuck. An embarrassed chuckle came out, and he wagged his tail slowly. Tilting his head and perking his ears, he spoke again. Do you..think you could help me?