Totoka River I'm a troubled man

she's gone fairly far this time, spurred on my a mercurial mood that the past few days had demanded she head north-west. she's grown somewhat near the beach, but it's certainly not what she would have imagined. dawned trees, pools of murky, stinking water thrown here and there, bones of what she thinks are water-dwelling creatures thrown a curiously far distance from the sea. 

there's much to see here, to investigate, oddities she's seen nowhere else. she seems to have amassed more questions than answers, however, and so when she notices the wolf at the banks of the river, she adjusts her course accordingly. 

moony chuffs a greeting, coming to a pause a fair distance away. she doesn't know these territories, or the type of wolves that might live in as odd a place as this, and as such proceeds cautiously. "are you from here?" she considers him, a slight and sun-touched yearling that appears entirely unmotivated as he slumps at the river's edge.