FLOODING

*Gwenaël* · (This post was last modified: 04-20-2016, 06:11 PM by Evelyn.)

This was one land that he had not yet visited, and yet it seemed to be the perfect place for a pack. The creeks that fed these lands kept life abundant, herbs and prey seemed to be around every corner. He strolled casually through the mass of dams, before a loud Crack was heard. His ears pulled forward, massive frame raising to his full height to try and see the source. He was simply curious at what caused it, until he heard a shriek. His heart beat faster as he suddenly took off, hunting for the female who had cried out

Weaving through the trees he soon saw who had called, and his green and yellow eyes flew open wide. Irie! Gwenaël let out a bark, trying to let her know he was on her way. A rush of water was coming towards her, the logs that flowed with it told him that a damp had broke. Fear pulsed through him as he dove forward, his neck stretching out to try and grab her scruff. "I'm here miss Irie, I'm here," he called over the sound of rushing water. Biting down as softly as he could, he tried to find purchase to pull her up. She was very tiny, and hardly weighed anything at all. But the water was coming up towards them faster than he thought. He tried to lift her right off the ground, but his massive paws started to slip in the mud. The earth was quickly soaking up as much water as it could, but it still lapped at his ankles. Quickly Gwen tossed Irie to dry land, his own paws starting to slide wider apart. He didn't care much about himself at the moment, looking over to make sure Irie was safe.

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