The End Is What You Fear [Ophie]

Lúta focused on steading her breath, hoping she hadn't inhaled any of the water and she was fairly certain she hadn't. Her heart was still racing and she slipped off the log to pad over to the yearling she'd pulled out of the water, silently praying that the girl was alright. She spoke, saying that she might have swallowed some. Lúta grimaced. "Ok, I'm not sure if its poisonous or not but I might have to help you throw up just in case. I have-" She looked around for a moment. Where was her pack? She'd flung it off before diving in after the girl and now it had been swallowed up by the night. "Oh, no, my pack. I have to find it!" She immediately started searching for the pack, pausing once to shake her coat violently, trying to rid it of algae and water. "Hang on, I know its around her somewhere." In some ways it was a blessing that the moon was so bright. It made it easier to see.