Haunted Wood Abbott's babbler

Like some creature from the lagoon, another wolf emerged from the waters. So surprising was this presence that Siskin felt his heart thunder like a hundred horses hooves within his chest. Long legs were stiff, wary as he drew his ears to a perk and listened for signs of an approaching danger. Water was a draw to all living things, after all. Predators and prey alike would find their thirst quenched by the running river.

Hello out there, Siskin called, shifting his weight until the length of his legs had loosened and he found his head still attached. I do hope I’m not intruding.

Though the appealing sound of running water almost made this a lie. Starlight eyes scanned the reeds, searching.