Dos jumped back when the presumed corpse started moving - good, she'd been right that the waterlogged body was alive. No predators were gonna catch her off-guard. No point in being too close to it though - injured or not, a wolf was a wolf and the last thing the young fox wanted was to return home and inform her mother that she'd have to rename her "Half" or "Minus" if the gray she-wolf ripped one of her precious tails from her back. She took another cautious step back when the wolf furthered their resolve by growling and showing teeth at her.
Not interested in dying today, Dos mused to herself, her gentle sparks of electricity beginning to jump across her pelt from her nerves.
If I wanted to hurt you, I could've just left you to the shore," Dos voiced absently. Because the falls were a peaceful place and very popular for creatures of all kinds to venture in. Truly it would only be a matter of time before something bigger and scarier than Dos would ever be appeared on the crest of the jungle, seeking the clear and gentle waters that pooled at the base. "How'd you get hurt so bad anyway? This place is usually safe-ish."