Arrow Lake i hate my yearbook photo

As soon as the girl made it onto dry land, Cupid made his own frenzied attempt to grab hold of the dirt. The current was certainly working against him; each time he thought he'd gotten a good grip, rushing water would slam against his paws. Eventually he was able to gather his senses and successfully make it onto dirt.

Fucking christ man, he growled between coughs and sputters. He could've died... for a corpse. What the hell was up with him lately? He casts his gaze down towards the hacking ball of fur. Well, at least he was wrong about the corpse part.

Cupid looked over his shoulder. They were still a little too close to the river. Yo, get away from the water. He turned 'round and nudged the girl's shoulder. I ain't going for a swim again.