He'd woken up feeling kind of shitty this morning, but he figured it was the start of a bad cold from the abnormally wet season this year. His nose had started off stuffy, his eyes crusted shut and his breathing ragged and labored. As the male walked along the banks of the river to find a spot to drink from, his hind legs buckled and he fell rump first into the mud. He groaned with pain, teeth gritting as he began to feel even worse. Within minutes, he felt like his body temperature dropped several degrees, his body shivering violently. "What the hell?" With his throat feeling parched, the large male struggled to pull himself up with his front legs. Moving too quickly however, he lurched forward and he came to find that not only would his hind legs not support him, but his front legs had suddenly given out on him. Before he knew it, he saw the water rushing towards his face, cold sweeping up and around him. With a choking gasp, he could only flail helplessly as his limbs refused to cooperate. He tried to call for help, but his voice seemed to lose itself halfway up, and water threatened to choke him. "Talk"

Qualm was happy his body was finally doing what he told it to. It was about time he started to train and interact with the pack. He still needed to talk with his sister, oh how he had missed her. No doubt she'd be angry with him though - the healer wanted nothing more than to keep them together. He didn't want her to think he was like mom and dad. As he walked along the edge of the river, a sudden noise came to him. Making the male lift his head, a wolf had fallen into the rapids! It may have been an adult but judging by the scent and sight of him, he was in no condition to be slipping into these waters. Quickly he started to run to his location, raising his head he let out a howl to call for help. Whether it be his teacher Harmony or any other healer to help him. Jumping into the rapids, he used his powerful front legs to push forward. Jaws trying to clamp shut on Zell's scruff. It was hard as it was to keep his head above water, but he sure as hell was going to try. If he gained his grip, he headed back towards the shore. Front paws first and tugging Zell afterwards, thank the heavens for his strength. Despite what had happened to him, he was still a thirty six inch tall male. Year old or not, he would be able to do this since he had the guts to. "Talk"