Swiftcurrent Creek Now how can he smile

Evil, huh? Mae snorted, but at the wet sound of him slapping against the river bank much like the fish had, she didn't hesitate. She darted forward to grip his scruff, grimacing at the taste of wet fur in her mouth, and gave a tug. She paused to adjust her angle, and the tug became a forceful wrenching that had a high likelihood of sending them both flying backward.

Mae lost her grip and went tumbling, cursing the whole way.