Whitewater Gorge The Door of Death is made of Gold

cold..

She felt the waters drag her body down, and her paws trying to keep her up. A wave crashed over her head and send her to the depths below once more, like a leviathan trying to drown its prey. Again, her head cracked open a small part of the water.

so cold..

The pearl clung to her now weak body; the beige woman was close to the end of her energy. Her yellow gaze scanned her surroundings in search of something, anything, to drag themselves out of the rapids.

but then..

Agana saw a lower part of the right edge, enough to help them get out of the water. "There!" she shouted as loud as her lungs permited. She made sure the pearl clung to herself strong enough, and began swimming to the slope. A wave crushed to them, but it did not stop the woman from her way. The currents were not as strong as they were before, and Agana took advantage of it completely.

The beige woman climbed the slope, heavy breathing, placing the pearl gently on the ground. She could barely breath; legs weak from the rapids. "I.." Agana made a few steps away from the water before collapsing.