Whitewater Gorge hit a few.

WHUH was all that Celephais heard as she flew downward, well out of hearing range of Liffey. Luckily for her, the gorge wasn't quite as deep as it was wide, and the fall was blissfully short. Still, for a creature that wasn't winged and didn't particularly like plummeting through the air, it felt like ages before she hit the water stomach-first, uttering a wrenching groan moments before she sank into the rapids.

Her senses returned quickly enough. Belly flops sucked, and if this was Celephais' first rodeo, she might have stayed stunned just long enough to suck in a lungful of water. Thankfully, this was only one of many belly flops she had performed, albeit most of them weren't quite so sudden or from quite so high, so she only got a mouthful before coming to and splashing inelegantly to the surface. It wasn't fatal but it was enough to send her into a panic. Also, she noticed belatedly, her paw sort of hurt from where it had scraped against some rock or another. That sure didn't help.

Her body went through the motions of swimming while her mind went through the motions of drowning, contradicting her reality just enough that Celephais screeched out a garbled, "OH MY GOD HELP," in spite of not needing much help to stay afloat at all.