Like a Lost Astronaut

It didn't seem right that there was water rushing around so... crazily. It swirled around her front paws, which were three inches deep into the river, and hissed in her ears. She should have expected as much from the rapids, but she hadn?t ? Abigail didn?t like the noise, it blocked out one of her most useful senses, but she liked to watch the water foam and froth around the rocks.



So much water. The wolf tilted her head slightly, her tongue dry and her mouth not much better ? she wanted to drink. But that would be vulnerable, wouldn?t it? She already couldn?t hear much with the roar of the water? bowing her head and such? It sounded like suicide to her.

Growling in the back of her throat, the thirsty lupine shook her head and backed away, taking her paws out of the water. Maybe she?d just find another place to drink.