Sunspire Mountains san lespri

A small red figure lay at the water's edge. Taliesin moved closer cautiously to investigate, deducing immediately that the river had spit this one out. The form was visibly soaked and battered, even from a distance. A fox, perhaps? No... it wasn't the right red.
When he got close enough to identify the figure as a young wolf, he froze. A million thoughts ran through his head, and he stood still for several moments while he tried to find one to focus on. Taliesin wasn't the greatest under pressure, and finding a random half-drowned kid was kind of a lot of pressure.