Hell

His attempt to drag her would not have gone so well had she not rose on all fours to retaliate as quick as she could in her rolly-polly form, her weight had become so great that no amount of tugging on her scruff by one wolf alone could move her. But rise she did, moving to lash out at a foreleg in the vain hope to cause him to crumple so she could lay atop him. None of that worked out, so as she felt the water meet her toes, Tonravik caught on to his intent.

Feeling finished with being wheeled around, she maneuvered as best as she could to turn herself into a battering ram. If she was to fall victim to this, then he would be the first one to feel the water; she, wanting to feel the cold, did not attempt to remove herself from his grip. Her ears twitched and she listened for any sign that she succeeded... but knew that she would feel it before she heard it.