Two Rivers Isle broker no argument

As Magpie crouched lower, the frigid water beat harsher and harsher against his frost nipped nose. It was an agonizing sensation, like the bite of a thousand small snakes against the sensitive tip of his muzzle. And still, he pressed on, all for the wolf so precariously perched above him.

He had the same question repeating again and again through his mind, eating at his stability like an infection. Was this worth it? It didn't feel like it at first, and he wasn't sure it did now either, but none of his apprehensive inquiries seemed to slow him down, not even the slightest bit. He began to stumble a little faster, swept away by his anger and determination — a river far more ruthless that raged through the deepest parts of him, blinding him to the recklessness of his pace. They'd gotten so close to the other side, and Magpie almost thought to assure Cormorant in hopes it'd cheer him up, but as his jaw opened to speak, it filled just as quickly with an icy flush of water. Whether from the other's pained wriggling, or by his own unfortunate luck, four grounded paws fell to two, and then none as both wolves were knocked swiftly off their feet.