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Kesuk didn’t usually come to the creek, or anywhere near water for that matter. It just brought back the horrible feeling of water filling her lungs, the current pulling her dark form lower into its tumbling depths. But today, she was feeling different. She needed to get away from everything and if anyone she knew was looking for her, they would most definitely not look here. Her dark paws skimmed over the smooth river rocks, the fur between her pads becoming wet from the puddles between them. Her icy gaze was focused on the flowing water so she didn’t notice the other wolf until he was less than a couple step away. She was so startled that she took a few steps back and tumbled onto her bum.

”Oh my! I didn’t see you there! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to almost run into you!” She spoke quickly, her words coming out in a quick, jumbled mess.