Panther Park She said, "I don't wanna drown again."

The northron's head rises, auds perking to attention curiously, dark eyes lighting on the she-wolf as she stumbles to the bank and gulps down a few mouthful of water, collapsing wearily upon the earth shortly after. 

Liri padded to the woman's side - noting idly that they looked somewhat similar, both stocky of build and pale-pelted northern wolves. Hesitantly, the fae's speckled muzzle extends to sniff the dove for injuries. 

"Are you alright, miss? Do you need help?" The healer murmurs softly, concern buried in the soothing tone.