Otter Creek i sank to the ocean floor

The beast had not gotten far before the scent of wolf drew her way. She thought it foolish of them to pursue her; yet it did not bother her either. She reached the creek about an hour prior to the wolf, and made to fjord through it. The current was strong and the water soothingly cool, touching upon something deep within her - something familiar, of a northland, of glaciers still unbroken. She lingered there for a few moments before kicking off with her powerful limbs, and swam upstream. She basked in the water, lazy and lounging, soaking her sore face in the water to prevent swelling — and that was when the wolf scent became unbearable; no pun intended. The behemoth lifts her head from the water's surface but makes no sound, merely watches, her triangular ears flicking water as they rise on either side of her wounded head.