Swiftcurrent Creek i didn't want you to hear that shake in my voice, my pain is my own

drama!!

The woman with large saucer eyes shouted something at her. Of course, Vystra could not understand but she looked to be welcoming in her posture and this only encouraged the youth push onward. Her rosy irises followed in bounding movements along with the ashen woman and giggled lightheartedly, excited to do the same. 

Finding a nice sizable rock from her side of the creek, Vystra carefully placed pink pads on the soggy moss that laid on top. It was a nice grip she had found, and for that she was grateful. Never had the young wolf done something like this before, but there was no fear or hesitation as she began to jump from one rock to the next. 

At first she was careful and surefooted. But as her confidence grew, she became careless - which ended in her hitting a particularly slimy rock at the wrong angle. The teen yelped as her ribs hit the jagged edge of the rock, knocking the wind out of her before she submerged. The waters were surprisingly deep with aggressive currents that raged under a mild surface. 

Unfortunately, she was not a strong swimmer. Having grown up only knowing shallow ponds, Vystra knew nothing of the true power of water. Kicking wildly she eventually found herself treading above water gasping for breath and reaching out paddling paws for anything to grab onto. The rushing waters that took her farther and farther away from her packmate wooshed and thundered around her, but she heard nothing. And it was this eerie silence through the chaos that would haunt her the most for years to come.