The Floodlands Old dreams

While the small fauna of the Floodlands decided not to bother the large black bear, the larger predators had no such manners. Tupilek felt a small sodden mass slam into his hind paw, waking the bear with a roar. Suna? He lurched, pulling his upper body up and looking down at the brown mass. He grabbed the sodden mass gently with his teeth, pulling it onto shore.

He blinked at the small creature, nosing it gently. Amagak? He snorted, wondering, hoping it was breathing.