Flash Flood!

The rain had left behind lots of splishy-splashy puddles. Sure it was night and the girls should have been in bed, but Whisper had managed to rouse Ursa, and the two had tip-toed out and headed into the Col. The sky was rumbling and flashing overhead, but the small white pup didn't mind, if anything, it provided cover as the girls bumped and giggled their way towards the warren where the rest of the pack slept. There wasn't any danger here, it was there home, and there were no shortage of wolves to look out for them.

Whisper scrambled her way up onto a small rock, “Urs! Look!” She launched from the stone and landed in a puddle, hoping the mud would spash her darker coated sister. Her giggles and the thunder overhead covered the roar of the approaching wave. It hit her like raging stag, knocking the wind from her lungs and dragging her head under the deluge. The small pup could reach the ground to tell which way was up. The water was carrying her away at an alarming rate, and as lights began to dance at the corner of her vision, panic took hold.

“Speech”