Totoka River Keep running for the sink,

Sam insisted they remain friendly, and given she herself couldn't do much to fight Visala wouldn't protest. Catch me a crab after anyways. She insisted.

The male moved forward to continue their journey to the other side, ordering her to hold on. Soft-mouthed as a retriever, she took hold of his tail and began to inch forward. She could feel the slippery rocks, the water passing through them, and slowly she grew more confident.

If she could swim in the sea, she could manage this.