The Floodlands Old dreams

Vassago flailed and struggled his best, but he didn't go away from the bear. In fact, he went not just to it but clashed INTO it. A tiny, strangled yelp was the only noise he gave, given that he was filled with water. All he could do was freeze and clamp his eyes shut tight as the bear leaned down to devour him.... But it didn't. It plopped him down between its paws, like a mother would, and nudged the limp chestnut ball of wet fur that was a shivering Vassago. He was breathing, shallow and barely, but moreso from fear of the bear hovering over him rather than his dunk in the water. The river, that was a fate that scared him less than the white monster looming over him and waiting to eat him. What WAS it waiting for? After a few moments of, well, nothing, Vass opened just one eye, the one closest to the bear, and looked up.