Twisted Slough le moineau a volé

The stranger - a stunning and beautiful young she-wolf - had heard her and did not walk away. Wraen smiled at her and shuffled some mud back and forth with her tail (meant to be the happy and polite gesture of wagging, but with the conditions being, what they were...). Only then did she realize two things: First, the other wolf experienced the same difficulties "staying afloat" here. Second - she did not have the slightest idea in what way the other could help her. 

But it was comforting to know that she was not alone at least. "Well, I think I will have to try. It would be nice if you stayed here, while I do that. I would feel much better dying - that is, if I do drown in this muddy mess - knowing that someone can take the message back to my pack," she explained her. "Firebirds - if you have heard about them."