I would highly advise against that.
It stood tall over the wolf, though its gaze was not focused on her. It was turned out, past her paws, to the sickly, shimmering surface of the river. Here. It was here. Another affliction, another plague. Different from the last, but sparking the same irresistible pull, the same twisted desire.
It wanted to walk, and keep walking, until its head disappeared beneath the water and never resurface again. It wanted to drink the river dry. It would die, it knew, but it wanted to. Wanted to succumb. Wanted to learn. Its eyes twinkled with the temptation of it, as it tore its gaze from the acidic river to the wolf cooling her toes in it.
It'll kill you if you linger.