Totoka River Keep running for the sink,

Every step was a mile. The river roared in his ears, and Visala's very gentle grip on his tail made him nervous. She was one slip away from clamping down – adult teeth and bite strength on his barely skin-covered bone.

Sam refocused his gaze on their goal. As they closed in and her face became clearer, it looked to Sam like she was even more nervous than he was. Did she know something? His legs felt suddenly unsteady. They were feet away. A mere handful of steps.

Leaving this open for either of you to roll a dice and have one or both wolves fall into the water - if you want! Or have them arrive safely :D Up to you.