Duck Lake don't tell me, just show me

The creature slunk and snaked its way round the other side of the lake, which intrigued Vystra greatly. A sense of vigilance coupled with excitement had the young girl immediately making way to the shadow. The white figure loped to close the distance with an up beat chuff and flick of her tail. Was this wolf part of her adventure? Or perhaps it was the adventure itself. 

The scent of the broken raven was enough to choke her, slowing a once hurried gait to a stop. Vystra did her best to keep pleasantries up otherwise. "Hi." It was a good start to making conversation. Unfortunately, she knew how to say little else. Other than her name and what she could make out through lip reading, it was difficult to learn these things later in life.