Greatwater Lake Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect

The rain, thankfully, had managed to keep the wound on her back clean, and the flies off of it. 
it had also, unfortunately, rinsed away any poultices she might attempt to apply. 
She waded further into the water, finding a dead deer- it's neck twisted sharply, black tongue swollen. 
She winced as she lowered her head, the water up to her chest now, and tore at the slimy flesh. Carrion was not an unwelcome meal to her- if it was good enough for her Ravens, it was good enough for her. She didn't take a life unless she had to. 
A voice broke through the rain and pounding water, and Macaria shifted. She couldn't fight another so soon...if they wanted the carcass she would have no choice but to relent, despite it being the first decent meal in nearly a week. 
But instead, the shewolf wading towards her seemed friendly. 
"I fear it is not going to get any better. Rains like this bring destruction and change. Some good, but always some bad."