Whitefish River The River

Macawi gave her famous coyote grin to the big old wolf sitting across the river from her. She shook off the remnants of her dream, promising herself she would think more deeply about it later as she sank into the river to begin the swim.

The current was still strong, stronger than Macawi had anticipated, actually, and she suddenly became frightened. She kicked hard against the rushing waters all around her, but the river continued its ceaseless pounding against her body, and she felt herself getting dragged along quite swiftly.

She continued kicking aimlessly, panicking down, and locked eyes with wolf across from her, gaze wide with fear. "Help Macawi!" she cried. "Macawi can't -- she can't do it! Help her! Please!"