Otter Creek just a reflex

The boy made a sudden movement, and Lane tucked her face, assuming that it was going to be a retaliatory splash. When no water came, she peeked up. The boy was soaring toward her. Her eyes widened, and she released a strangled yelp as he made contact.

Lane teetered backwards, and the pair hit the ground. Lane was on the bottom, her shoulder hitting first and hitting hard. “Fucking—ow!" she wheezed out. “Fuck! You’re soaking wet!” His pelt was completely waterlogged and it was really, really cold!

From her position beneath the boy, Lane was becoming just as wet as he was very quickly.  She squirmed, and her hind limbs pumped as she scrabbled for purchase against his fur, hoping to kick him off or destabilize him enough to roll them both to the side. The boy still had some growing to do to catch up to the yearling in size, so with luck this tactic would work.