a rather sticky situation

Panic had filled the woman’s eyes by the time their gazes met. A shiver went down his spine as he realized he was looking at someone who fully thought they were going to die. He’d never truly experienced death before, not of a wolf or similarly intelligent animal, and he would rather not experience it any time soon. But, despite his warning, the woman continued to try and splash her way out, his eyes widening as she did so. No, no she would certainly die doing that!

“No, no stop! Hold on,” he called in a panic, looking over his shoulder desperately for his companions. His Akita companion Benjiro sprinted back to him, holding just what he needed in his jaws. He grabbed it and turned back to the canine, grasping the end and sticking the other out to her. His neck strained as he held the heavy thing, leaning to try and get it as close to her mouth as possible. Takeshi’s eyes were wide and pleading as he looked at her, praying she understood to grab the stick so he could pull her to safety.

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