Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

The sound and sensation of water hitting his paws was enough to elicit an audible whine; his hurt leg hiking higher like it'd stop the snapping of the water at his pawpads. He hated how he couldn't even begin to draw away from it, blindly drawn further and further until water was clawing at his ankles. Any other day, it might've been a calmer river - but today, the frost and wind had morphed it into a terrible looking creature.

Any other day, and he might have been capable of swimming on his own. The riverbed was just as uncertain as its bank, and the pebbles and sand were too eager to shift beneath his clumsy steps, and even worse, the water only climbed.

He didn't bother saying a word, given as Magpie was to shut it out like a stubborn, self-righteous—

His eyes were practically shut, as if it'd help any, only proving to make him focus on the spread of the freeze over his own body. He hoped they both drowned in the damned waters.