Qeya River A muffled cry and slipping off

Steele had been running for a while, his paws were almost burning now when they hit the ground. He stopped when he felt safer as hung his head. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and he was panting like a dog on a hot day. As he looked up he sighed and felt a bit of grief run through him, what had just happened?, he thought to himself. It was something he couldn't wrap his head around but knew eventually he would get on with his life.

The lanky male made his way to the river, he heard the whooshing and whoffing from afar and knew he'd be there soon. He knew he had to be careful because of the slippery rocks and the rushing of the river. The ground was damp and he was careful to make each move in his mind before hand. Left paw here..... right paw there..... each move he took made him more nervous and even more unstable. His back left paw slipped on a rock and he lost some of his balance, but then he caught it again making sure before taking another step toward the river, the last one, that he was stable enough to lap up some water.

Steele lowered his head and lapped up some of the cold water. It quenched his thirst after a few gulps, but he decided to look around before going back, after all today was about being near death anyway.