Whitefish River Someone Purer

Perhaps someone I have not had a thread with yet?

Finally, the air was cool and crisp on an early autumn morning as dew still clung to the tall blades of yellow grass along Whitefish River. Only a few creatures stirred at this hour, and Tuwawi, unaccustomed to Silvertip Mountain's topography, had only found an uncomfortable patch of earth to sleep on. Perhaps, eventually... she would have a warm den to go home too, but it was a luxury only a wolf within a pack could afford. Dark circles shadowed her half lidded eyes as she moved across the land in a weary dream state, not caring who or what she disturbed along the way. Sleeeppp... was the only thought on her mind, besides the sticky, dry feeling in her throat. Perhaps a drink of water would quench her morning thirst.

Creamy paws splashed clumsily into the chilled river as small minnows scattered to safety in the depths. Agitated frogs croaked noisily as ducks chattered amongst themselves. Perhaps they had never seen such a disheveled creature before. At least, no creature as noble as the wolf. Tuwawi lapped up the water greedily, feeling its effects almost immediately, but still craving a long sleep. She huffed, as she stared into the reflective water and waited for the ripples to subside. Her face appeared and Tuwawi couldn't help but frown, disappointed at what looked back.