Redhawk Caldera bidibodi bidibu

Just as soon as he pops back to the surface, she goes underwater. Bushtit slaps a paw where her head disappeared, for no particular reason. Rather than wait for her to reappear, he pushes his face through the surface like she’s an apple and he’s bobbing. It’s a little difficult to see anything but an amorphous blob; they’ve kicked up too much silt and the water is cloudy.

He pulls his head out with a spraying snort, then leans backward and gives a careful kick. Fortunately, he doesn’t strike her as he glides back a few feet in the water, giving her plenty of space to resurface. Bushtit stills, treading water as he waits, wondering if and when he should start worrying…

Ummm, he calls out to her, unsure if Alivia can hear him, hellO? Do you require rescue?

He laughs, though there’s a nervous edge to the sound as he begins mentally preparing to dive in after her, drag her back toward dry land and attempt to resuscitate her. Bushtit wonders if that will require mouth to mouth.