Felltree Marsh Betwixt gleaming fangs

Amynta is unable to enjoy her solitude for long, the silence broken by a pained yelp that causes the songbirds to take to wing in fright. The woman's silvery crown jerks up in surprise at the sound, dark eyes landing on the fiery form that's been cast into the brackish water. 

The spartan rises to her feet, striding over with purpose and grabbing the nearest handful of russet whatever that she can reach. She pulls the thing from the water, slinging onto the bank none too gently before realizing a wolf - albeit an odd looking wolf. 

"Are you alright?" She questions gruffly, her surprise evident.