Then she squealed in shock and delight as he lunged at her, water cascading up before him to pour over her head. Brief sputters gave way to peals of laughter as she shook her water-logged forlock out of her face, reaching out to nip playfully at her friend's shoulder. "I am here on a quest from the God of the Earth." She said matter-of-factly, turning to see how the fox's progress had gone.
It stood, silent and watching on the edge of the shore, gaze turned beneath the surface. Quizzically her gaze followed, catching a glimpse of the otter in its new, water-locked form before it dissipated into the river. A low snort escapes her as she felt the water slow and warm slightly. Flicking her tail, a shower of droplets flung from its tip as it shook loose of the river's grasp, she looked back at Aaron. "And its going swimmingly. I was tasked with convincing an otter to go into the water, and my fox helped me accomplish that while you were distracting me. But I still have one animal to go."