Ankyra Sound pèt yo

long strokes. long strides. mireille felt her strength eaten by the cold; she shoved her shoulders forward and took a breath before she dove beneath. icewater darkness, paws finding the sharp edge of bluecoral lacework which dropped into depths unknown.
nothing. she strained her aching eyes against the gloom, looking for the grim sign that —
and when mireille broke for breath, a gasp; she blinked the sea from her eyes to see raelle of all wolves, paddling out from the shore after her. "deep, here!" she shouted. "careful!" and arced nimbly back into the waves toward the other woman.