Swiftcurrent Creek Get some gravel in your claws

A robust and tall— not to mention well-fed— Phoenix had an easier time with the watercourse than his pal Clock. His spine became submerged at some point, but he was otherwise powerful enough to walk the entire way. Watching his peppered companion struggle to keep his head above water, however, was a sobering experience for the yearling. He grew anxious as he realized that if something happened to him by his influence that he'd never forgive himself, but he managed to keep his whines to himself, just in time to see his packmate gain swift purchase with all four feet and pull himself from the shallows at a bounding clip.

Phoenix dragged himself behind, still standing ankle-deep when he started to shake the excess water from his coat. "I don't know how fish can stand it," he chattered, a little riled up from the cold and looking more porcupine than wolf from the way his fur was all spiked out. He pranced forward, sniffing Clock up and down. "Did you make it in one piece?" he asked a little playfully.