swept away

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He decided to venture down south, away from the cooling temperatures and to where the heat remained well into fall. It made him uncomfortable and he wasn't exactly sure why he kept moving away from the cold. Besides being hungry, anyway. He didn't find freshwater fish appetizing, but supposed he was left with little choice in the matter. Hunting much else would offend his companions, but fish they could all pick at. He let Atli and Finnur hunt their own meals while he worked on his own, catching himself a few in the time it took his companions to catch many. Finnur had a nice pile of little fish going while Atli wasn't too far behind. He supposed by amount they were pretty even, but his attention was pulled away when he heard a sudden cry for help. Ears alert, he searched for the direction of the sound. Finnur's curiosity already had him in the air as he swallowed a fish, searching for the source himself.

Sverre began to move and quick the fox followed, though she wasn't thrilled about the idea and moved slower than the worried wolf and curious bird. Following Finnur towards the cry, Sverre finally spotted someone in the river holding onto a branch that hardly looked sturdy enough to last much longer. He rushed over, calling out to promise help. "Hold on!" He hoped that he could rescue them before the branch broke, but he wasn't sure how. Without any tools or ropes, he would have to risk putting weight on the branch to catch them. If the branch broke beneath him, they'd both be caught in the river and who knew where they led.

Usually good at kick thinking, it wasn't with him today. In a new land with little idea of how anything worked, he was left with the only idea he had regardless of it's risk. Carefully, he placed one paw on the branch and felt it shift beneath him and deeper slightly into the rushing water. Even slower he moved to put his second paw on the branch, quickly shifting his weight more onto his front half as he extended a paw out to the man. "Hurry, grab my paw!" His accent was thick from his adrenaline, and they were lucky it was even in English. The branch was cracking though, and Sverre wasn't sure how much longer it would hold. With the weight of the other man, it could very well break.


"Speech!"