The doe remembered, with a start, that it was drinking from this river that caused her body to change. It was the water that turned her, somehow, into an eight foot tall, massively muscled doe-woman. The water had given her these massive muscles and swollen breasts, and an incredible, impossible strength. But the wolf... the wolf had drowned. Surely, it was dead. She looked to her bloody arm and injured hand. The wounds had healed up completely. She wondered how powerful this healing was, to have sealed her wounds so quickly. Surely though, the water's properties could not reverse death?
She heard a splash. Her doe ears twitched, and she felt the familiar instinctual tingle of fear. She moved towards the sound rather than away, down-river, where the water started to get deeper and faster, and the bank rose up in short, sandy cliffs.
Another splash, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Just ahead, a bend in the river, hiding the water from her sight. The splashing was coming from there.
Suddenly, an arm reached up over the bank, grasping desperately and grabbing the long grass by the bank. It was a hand like hers, five fingered and human. But this hand was covered in a coarse grey fur, with short, black claw-like nails.
With a heave, the creature pulled itself further into view. It pulled up its other arm, and hauled its head and chest up onto the bank. Its entire body was covered in that coarse, mangey fur, and its head was unmistakable. It was the wolf, now changed as she had been, more human than animal.
The wolf hauled itself further onto the shore, crawling on its stomach. His stomach, the doe suddenly realized. Soaking wet, his tail plastered to one skinny leg, the man-wolf coughed horribly, bringing up lungfuls of water.
He was as starved as he had been, spine and ribs clearly visible through his soaked fur. Whimpering in pain, he turned over on his back, revealing a thin, shallow chest and the tight starved stomach as he heaved desperately for breath.
The doe took a careful step towards the wolf, fighting her fear. She had become an amazonian goddess from only two small drinks of the haunted water. The wolf had soaked in it for several minutes, and swallowed who knows how much?