Two Rivers Isle Mapo Bridge

Hope it's alright that I've hopped into this!

Water, water, water—in all her efforts of running down something considerable to tear into, to the tune of her howling stomach, expectedly, Fluke ignored the fledging thirst until it had opted to take flight and leave her panting up quite the storm. While never one too good for a stale puddle here or there, the faintest sound of rushing water had drawn the wolf further with the anticipation of something cool and crisp and clean most importantly. So this was what she did, a brute of a shadow who carried across the shaded landscape until she reached the source of the sound, eagerly, she lowered her head to drink in great gulps that had her throat sore and her stomach heavy and regretful some ten seconds later.

Fluke groaned something woeful only to return to lap at the flowing water once more... until her eyes landed on the sight of another. In her pursuits, she hadn't once considered sizing up the scents floating about. She blinked, head tilted in curiosity at the dull way the lass lay there. "Aye there," she met the stranger with a crass shout lest the waters swallow it up, rough voice grating on already gritty words. "Ye' all good ov'r there?"