Swiftcurrent Creek Nobody, literally nobody

The insult barely phased him; he knew all too well he was a numpty, and besides, that was the least important thing right now. Instead, he began to tug, taking careful steps backward and trying to avoid slipping and falling further into the water. It wasn't very deep at this juncture, but the current was fierce. He could feel it pulling at his ankles, summoning him downstream.

Finally, Pygmalion felt his back paws touch dry(ish) land. Eyes slitted shut against the howling wind and snow, he said, through his mouthful of fur, Almost oot. Just keep walking wi' me.

Goddamn, it was cold! The water made an already intolerable day that much worse.