The warm air mingled with forest scent made what might be the best smell in the world. The wolf whom smelled such scents was not her normal, snow-white self. Covered in a thin layer of grim, dust, and silt, and up to her elbows in dried bog mud, pine needles and leaves stuck to the mud as well, this wolf was more of a dryad than anything. Even shaking couldn't clean the poor thing of the stubborn silt, and Amber herself was taking notes. Mostly on how to not end up like this again. Actually, that was all of the notes. With one side note about doing it once more.

Finding a forest pond, the dusty tan creature, with a dark skin tone than normal, and chocolate brown feet peered into it, wondering if it was clearer than the bog she'd crawled from. Figuring nothing else could make her mistakes worse, Amber jumped in, and instantly did not regret it. Swimming around in the water, there was a small second when she wished that it was running water, before rolling in it, and shaking, whilst still in the water.

Finally rising from the water itself, the now mostly snowy creature sat to lick her legs free of the remaining mud. Her shake free from the complementary water was a quick one, and with a much cleaner appearance, Amber smelled the air. The scent of Taika.