Alice would find that Brandy, much as she had come across earlier, was completely void of both shame and reservations. Once the werewolf had started scrubbing the muddied sheets in the river, Brandy proceed to, quite litteraly, burst out of her clothes and performed a playful cannon ball-dive into the river. Francoise barked joyfully in approval and joined her - before being stopped by Alice, who was now scrubbing him. The poodle whined plaintively at first, but soon realized that he was being pampered. As such, his tail began to wag fervently and he turned around to be more accomodating and obediant towards Alice.

... At least until she was done.

At which point, the large poodle chomped down on Alice's collar and, with a mighty and surprise-tug, pulled the girl forward and into the river too. Once she emerged from under the water's edge, she would find that her face was being assaulted by a releentless amount of licking. Brandy, watching the whole scene - while buck nekkid - was laughing so hard she nearly forgot to keep swimming, and nearly swallowed some water in the process...

"Maa-haa-haa-haa-*glorp*-hah...! 'Atta boy, Frankie! If we're having a bath, so should Al." She laughed merrily. "Thanks for the offer though! I'd love to have my stuff scrubbed clean. That powdery stuff you got is 'totes amazin'! I bet you'd make a killing as a laundry-maid for some rich folks." The satyress added, which was a strangely mundane idea... Didn't seem quite so adventuruous to be a maid, but then again, it was already established that Brandy's head didn't quite work with all cylinders firing.

Swimming about for a bit in the significantly below actual bath-temperature river, the satyr did some breast strokes, some backstrokes, some diving and eventually  doggy-paddled her way over to Francoise and Alice. She ruffled the poodle's head and, for whatever reason, tried to tickle Alice's side, all the while smiling and laughing in her friendly manner. It seemed she was really enjoying herself.

Her clothes, if you could call them that, had been left in an unceremonious heap on the bank of the river... Dangerously close to the water... If a strong breeze or sudden wave or slight flooding were to happen, she could kiss her shirt, bra, skirt and whatever string-like piece of underwear she had goodbye... Luckily, no such thing had happened. Yet.

"By the way, Al." Brandy said, amidst  her tickling of the other girl. "How many of these adventurin' quests have ya been on? A lot? You like, a super-veteran adventurer? You know how'ta make yummy drinks and magic wash-powder, so you gotta be real experienced, right?" Brandy asked, apparently very excited about having a friendly chat. While in a river. While completely nude. And certain  perky and soft bits of her body being very buoyant.