Lost Creek Hollow Fargo, North Dakota

As soon as Joss hit the small pool of water he sank beneath the surface, treading wildly to bring himself up. He was lightly surprised that a heavy weight didn’t land on top of him, as he fought his way to the surface. He coughed violently as he breached and scrabbled at rocks to pull himself out, hacking out mouthfuls of water as he dragged his soaked body half out of the tiny deephole. He shook violently as he coughed, and wriggled his body to try and shake off as much of the freezing water as possible off his shoulders before he looked up, only to realize how screwed he was.

He sank backwards, front feet still clinging to the rocks as he looked up to face the female who’d been chasing him. She was massive- with plush fur covering thick muscles and a stern look to her features. He flattened his ears and whined softly. He wanted out of the water- but he didn’t want to deal with her. The cold seeped through his fur, to his skin, and began to make him shiver violently.


”S’your p-p-problemb?” He whined softly. Why had she felt the need to chase him i to the water- and then stand there to keep him there?