Arrow Lake i hate my yearbook photo

somewhere along the line, she realizes the shape beside her isn't some hairy rock but instead a wolf. wheezing, a thousand sparks of darkness and light scattered across her vision, she adjusts so be more of a help (or at least as helpful a burden she can be) to the struggling wolf. 

then suddenly, there's land. she scrambles onto it at the same time as the woman, collapsing onto her stomach and hacking bitter water into the snowy bank, shivering violently.