Shadewood I ain't plastic, call me classic

The river moved swiftly, aided by the surplus of water that threatened to break the banks. Minutes in its clutches felt like eons to Alyx, who struggled valiantly to keep her head above the rushing current. Multiple times, she slipped under, dragged either by an undercurrent or the faltering of her tiring legs, but while she swallowed a lot of water in her panic, she managed to snatch enough breath to keep from drowning.

It was a while before the river lulled enough to bring her close to shore. It slowed in a sharp bend with thick forest on one side, allowing Alyx to get her paws under her and drag herself to land. She stood shakily for just long enough to vomit up a considerable amount of water before she collapsed, trembling and sobbing, but relieved to be alive.

She was far too preoccupied to notice the scent of wolves.