Churros and Sauce

Churro squinted down at the receded banks, picking her way through the grass, she hurried quietly and quickly knowing the scent of other wolves too well. It stunk of them, and she'd only intended to stop by for a drink. She paused momentarily, warily looking around just to make sure there was no one about - and there wasn't, as far as she could see.

Her paws sunk into the mud as she grew closer, ignoring a fish flopping in a shallow area. Too easy, or rather, an idea for when she was quenched. The water drawing closer made her disregard her safety, she could almost taste it.