Otter Creek Fishing

That was his cue.
Diving into the frigid waters, immediately his brain kicked into water-borne mode. His toes widened, the webbed skin making successful contact again and again with the water.
The recon swam in a diagonal line, swiftly comming up for air, only to return down below, allowing the current to give him speed, but steering, his emeralds hid behind lids that kept the cold liquid from touching them. His ears swiveled, listening for the sounds of rapid splashing, gurgling, all that didnt sound like the natural sound of a steam. And successfully, she was pinpointed. Long strokes, he continued his swift swim until the sensitive black nose found soaked, dark lobs of fur.

Vector clamped his jaws onto the ruff, the hackles of which he could maintain a hold, and heaved up, towards the surface, and he and the stuggling erupted from the frothy depths. His body went limp only for a split second, his brain calculating what to follow through with, next.
Veering his crown to the nearest shore, the one she fell from, he swam, his piston like hind legs easily changing course. He reached out a sharp ebony taloned large paw, snagging it on the roots that held a burr so close to the damp soil, and after shifting her in his gentle yet firm jaws, he twisted, and clamped the other paw.

He pulled, yanking himself up onto the bank, before swiveling his frame to pull her up. After her entire frame was upon the soft soil, did he try and calm the anger that came upon him from the event that just happened. And his dark fury desired to be unleashed, his wrath turned to the direction of the male, Koda, though the logical part of him forced him to chill. Vector knew it was not the male's intention for such a thing like that to happen. So he relaxed, and stared at the girl before him.