There was a body in the river.

At least, he hoped it was a body. It certainly looked like one, motionless and pale, though it lacked the sickly sweet stench of rot. It was either freshly dead, or still very much alive — the unfortunate truth revealed when it stood with a desperate gasp and dragged itself further up the bank.

Tansy fought back the urge to tsk his disappointment.

He donned a mask of concern as the wolf raised her head to look around, too late now to hide his previously eager approach. The language she spoke was unfamiliar to him, and he tilted his head, his lips contorting in a vaguely confused, apologetic smile. Pardon, miss? Do you need help?