Swiftcurrent Creek put your dreams away for now

her paws take her toward the river; thirst beckons, perhaps made more apparent by the way the memories of this place make dry her throat. movement draws her attention; she straightens, auds pressed forward against her crown. not wanting to startle the stranger, she chuffs to draw his attention. he's large, towering over even the tallest wolves she's known, and she certainly does not intend to startle him into aggression. 

he moves parallel to one of the rougher parts of the river, the bank falling steeply into the rush of the waters. not the best place to drink, but the stranger proves distraction enough from that.