Cedar didn't mind drinking from the ash littered pond. That becomes stagnant in the later autumn season from the ease of stream that flowed into it. Refreshing it from algae and filthy remnants of vegetation.
He observe the she-wolf harshly plunge her muzzle into the shallow pool. He elevated a forepaw and winced with an eye closed. "Ow." He whispered almost imaging what it felt like.
Whisper twitched her muzzle and shook her head as the pain surged through her jaw. She glanced over at the wolf with a quick grimace. "Ouch.." she bluntly said then stepped slowly out of the water. Her poor beautiful pelt now drenched in water.