Otter Creek This Was No Accident, This Was a Therapeutic Chain of Events

note to self: set a week from now

A distant splash pulls his attention from his hunt, and he curses as he loses sight of the rabbit, slowing to a stop with ears pricked. His focus quickly switches as he realizes that splash had been loud — maybe even wolf-sized. After a moment of indecision, he turns toward the source, finding the river after a short search.
And, coincidentally, a muted gold figure struggling within. The male is easily recognizable among the dingy brown of the debris tangled around him, clinging to his limbs as he fights for the shoreline. Zephyr slows, feeling a cold, cruel delight rise up within him. Looks like you need help, He calls when he's near enough, stopping at the water's edge near the debris. He glances pointedly at a large branch jutting out onto the land, then back to the golden stranger. What'll it be?