Jade Fern Grove people would tell us to get a grip of ourselves

Acheron burst through the trees at high speed. He was running for his life, or rather he had been at first. He had eventually lost the oddly intimidating badger, but he continued to put as much distance between them as possible.

His focus was poured into slamming pale paws against forest floor. He hadn't picked up on the stranger eating her meal or the stream he would eventually intersect. 

By the time he realized both the woman and the water, there was no time to stop. Acheron tried anyway, but his paws only slid through the muddy bank and then he was thrust forward into the water face first. 

He jumped up quickly and froze, water pouring loudly from his thick coat. He was unsure how much trouble he had gotten himself into.