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Osprey woke suddenly when water gushed from her mouth. Coughing and spluttering, the puppy pushed herself upright and found her legs very weak and wobbly. She sank back to the ground and lay there, looking rather pathetic as she tried to catch her breath. She closed her eyes, waiting for the unpleasantness to pass. When she reopened them a few minutes later, she found herself on a foreign shore, her body wet and bedraggled and her muscles twitching from exertion.

Slowly, she sat upright again, her body weaving slightly. It took a few beats for her to recollect how she'd gotten here. Earlier this morning, she'd ventured off on her own and found her way to the plateau's edge. She'd gone out into the grasslands looking for Trouble again. Finding nothing, the bored pup had decided to wade in the river, unaware that it had swelled up from last night's heavy rain. Trouble had found her in the form of rapids, which quickly pulled her under and sent the struggling, crying puppy many miles downstream and nearly drowned her before spitting her up on this very bank.

A sudden tickle in one of her enormous ears caused Osprey to rapidly shake her head, sending droplets spraying everywhere. Swallowing, the whelp tipped her black muzzle into the air and sniffed. Although she was a little bit afraid of her strange surroundings and the sense of being utterly lost, the little Warrior-to-be was mostly just curious about her whereabouts. As soon as her legs stopped quaking, she would definitely have to check out everything.