Whitefish River Where love is lost, your ghost is found

she'd trekked further up the river, sliding into the water when the distance felt far enough. the current was strong here, and pushed against her narrow hocks as she stepped deeper in. just when the bottom of the river lost contact with her paws, she dove beneath the current, fighting to sky below the water but letting the current carry her. she exhaled slightly, and after a moment achieved a sort of equilibrium which allowed her to tugged downstream and remain (mostly) underwater. she fought the burning in her chest as long as possible before breaching the surface suddenly, gasping and finding the riverbed beneath her paws once more. she was aware of the stranger on the bank a moment later, and when her breath had returned she pipped a "hello!" she'd thoroughly disturbed all the fish in this part of the river, but was woefully ignorant.