My Name is Cuban Pete

Jynn's large ears flicked forward as she sniffed at the fox for a moment before shaking her head. "No, I'm actually a maned wolf. Perhaps you have some maned wolf in you? I haven't seen a fox so big before. My name is Jynn." It was a very curious sight. However, she decided she ought not to stare and turned her attention back to the river. It was moving at a fairly languid pace but as she eyed the clouds in the distance she had a feeling rain was going to arrive soon and that it might cause the river to rise and move faster. She stepped over to a fallen tree trunk and decided it would work just as well to mark as a living tree if not better. Jynn hopped up on it and like a cat on a scratching post she worked her claws into the bark.