Whitefish River Escapee

Bilah winced only slightly as he was employed as a makeshift ladder of sorts. He could tell now that they were out of the water that they weren't just scared of the water but of him as well. He frowned and kept his distance, wading back across the river to the small one. He hoped the distance would ease at least some of the anxiety. 

He wondered at the way the greyhound paced back and forth if it best to get them on the same side of the river, but wonder if his help would only traumatize the poor creature further. He addressed the small one. "I waited young one, because it is also rude to help before it is needed. Fear does not always require intervention." 

The greyhound spoke and paced so quickly that all he could do is watch. He laid down at the river's bank, lazily tracking the dog from the corner of his eye, but trying not to make them any more uncomfortable than he already had. He still hadn't exactly caught the name. It had been spoken, but he had been going over it in his mind to try to separate the sounds so that it made sense to him. It was definitely a mouthful, it sounded like a family name.