FLOODING

*Irie* · 05-25-2016, 09:39 PM

IRIE DIAMÁCHI
She couldn't get up - every time her toes scrabbled at the mud, they simply slipped back down, losing her balance. The wolf let out a cry of frustration, claws trying to dig into the ground, but it was no use - she was no cat and her claws did not have the gripping power of an owl. All very frustrating, and all very panic-inducing... something she was very much struggling with as the roar of the water grew even louder. Fear of an impending possible death grew - though soon enough, she became distracted by the call of a familiar voice.

Whipping her head around to find a giant bounding towards her, she let out a glad cry. "Gwen!" Without moments her scruff was grabbed... and a moment later she was tossed roughly onto the land. Scrabbling to stand, she felt the assistance of yet another pair of jaws on her scruff, and once standing she shot the wolf - a young female - a grateful glance, before her eyes focused on Gwen, who's feet were sliding apart. Realizing what her mistake was - moving too quickly - she yelled over the roar, "Move calmly, surely! Then run!" Her mistake was running first, and not waiting until she was out of the mud; if he ran, he'd slip and fall too but if he gathered himself at a normal pace he'd be fine... or so she thought.

Truly, they'd be fine! The Diamachi wolf glanced nervously at the direction of the dam, and then back at Raba; she wanted to flee, but there was no way in hell she was fleeing without Gwenaël.

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FLOODING

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