Whitewater Gorge The Door of Death is made of Gold

SPLASH ! —
 
A loud cry and something hitting the water; or perhaps someone. It happened fast; too fast. Her lemon gaze immediately turned to find the source of the cry being dragged by the rapids below. Shock, it was all she had in mind, shock, it was all she felt; her jaw dropped a thousand miles.
 
A wolf would meet their end if they were to jump.. or fall. The phrase echoed in her head like a winder wind; same words, all over again. She did not know what laid under the surface; perhaps it was shallow, or deep enough to not kill her when she fell.

Still, they were just details; would they matter if there was even the smallest chance Agana could save her? Save them both? Little thought was given, just as her other good and bad decisions. The woman would not have the girl's blood on her paws and the constant reminder of her scream.
 
“Hang on!” it was all that came out of her mouth before she made a leap of faith.
 
The water was cold; her body sank like a heavy stone. Her eyes suddenly opened to see darkness; to her right, darkness; to her left; darkness. It was everywhere, like a plague. Back to reality, her gaze spotted the pearl that fell under. Her heart was racing; movements were not as swift as they used to be. Eventually, she managed to get close and touch the pearl with her paw before the currents drifted her away.