Otter Creek This Was No Accident, This Was a Therapeutic Chain of Events

Like a scene out of a goddamn horror movie, when Daighre resurfaced, she was closer to the water’s edge. A stone throw’s away, and the one holding all the power.
 
His legs trembled and shook, and his body shivered. It was getting harder and harder, pushing himself to the surface and staying there. His movements sluggish and sloppy. The weight of his wet fur felt like someone dragging and holding him down every time he resurfaced.
 
He followed the gesture of her nose; saw the log she spoke about.
 
And—
 
Fuck this.
 
Fuck her.
 
“Hurry up and fucking do it.” He snapped, finally, at long last. She was fucking crazy. Batshit insane. He would deal with it later.