FLOODING

Splash!  Karabela grinned to herself as her white-gloved front paws slapped the water.  She’d travelled farther than she had in a long time and she hoped Bass wouldn’t be too upset with her for being gone from the packlands so long.  After the drama of the meeting she’d felt the need to just withdraw and think on her life and recent events.  Not only where she was but where she might be heading.  Honestly she was content with her rank and had no desire to climb any higher… not really.  Though there were times she wondered if her mother would have expected her to go farther.  She stared at her reflection for a moment when suddenly she heard the cracking of timber.  At first Karabela didn’t pay it much mind.  The place was crawling with beavers and they were bound to be felling trees here and there.

The cracking grew in volumne until a loud boom made her jump away from the creek, head twisting to see the largest network of the beaver dams giving way.  Well, shit!  Just as Raba turned to race uphill and into the aspen groves she heard a squeak and noticed a smaller woman caught in the mud.  Raba started racing for the femme but a male appeared, his massive frame working to pull her free and toss her from the muck.  “Head’s up!”  Raba shouted to make her presence known, her own jaws reaching out seeking to grasp the woman’s scruff so that she might haul the smaller creature to her feet so they could get the heck out of here!

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