Stone Circle the wicker wolf

The collision stunned him but Swift came to his paws quickly after, shaking his head as if to throw off the disorientation. The hornets were hitting like lightning bolts all over his body, but one particular strike in the most sensitive of places sent him rocketing forward with a sharp wail.

Tail hooked tight between his legs, by accident or compulsion the boy took the directions given to him. Surging ahead he plowed into the water without thought, his first swim a wet-and-wild display of frantic splashing amid the sounds of him snorting and gasping for lack of knowing what to do in this new environment. The water soon became the center of his panic, the hornets forgotten as he flailed.