One of the patrolling wolves see her, and remove the trip vines from in front of the dens.

'Huh,' she thought. 'So these wolves do have a brain. Or, at least, a part of one...'

Yes, they do. They wouldn't be alive if they didn't have one.

She returns to her home and quickly falls asleep in a small spring in hippocampus form.

And then morning comes.

She goes to hunt; maybe she can sneer at Caspian again. That was fun.

Well he and a couple of other wolves are hunting. As usual.

She wanders around, not wanting to get her neck ripped out by them.

Yeah. Because they will do that.

She spots some fish in the river and tries to swipe at them, but ends up falling in herself and scaring all the fish away.