Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

She offered him a smile, and his heart seemed to start beating again. When did it stop? He returned it, taking a few steps forward to meet her as she walked towards him. Well, I was just strolling along, he began, shuffling his paws anxiously. Steady had always been the calm sort of wolf, so he wasn't sure what exactly was unnerving to him. And I seen you, so I thought- One shuffle too many, and Steady's paws were out from under him. 

He had been closer to the bank than he realized, and the soft soil have given in. With a sort of yelp/yell, Steady landed on his side in the water, his head going under for a split second before he started struggling to upright himself, sputtering as he did so. After a few attempts, he finally got his legs under him and stood, soaking wet in the middle of the river, his ears plastered to his head in embarrassment. He was so uncool.