Greatwater Lake in there on a frame.

Harlyn didn't notice the approaching footsteps until they were accompanied by the wolf's scent and, shortly after, voice. The druid turned to set her gaze upon the stranger. She gave him an appraising look while maintaining a neutral posture, finally allowing a smile to break upon her muzzle.

"I was certainly hoping not to have to," she replied with a wag of her tail, "I would love to explore the other side, though." Her autumn-shaded eyes flickered from the white wolf to the opposite shore, her brows narrowing thoughtfully. "There must be some way across... You wouldn't happen to have come across something, would you?" she asked hopefully.