Whitefish River Whitewater Rapids (DISCOVERY THREAD)

The loner chuckled darkly at the girl's comment on him eating fat dogs. "I'll eat anything I can get. And anything that is bothering me, like you are right now, girlie." The wolf-dog snorted, biting his lip as he felt the tight, squeezing pain around his hips. He could feel the rocks digging deep into his sides, and felt a slight wetness as well. Was he bleeding? Just his luck.

The other wolf began helping him out some more, pulling rocks away from the rockface. He tried to wiggle himself free some more as the space between him and the rocks expanded, feeling himself slowly but surely squeeze out. Just a few more rocks and he would be home free.