Greatwater Lake Knock em down, strip em back boys

She came closer and he huddled gratefully, though he gathered himself enough in a moment to realize what kind of state he was currently in and to feel badly that she'd likely end up muddy for the assistance. He just appreciated it too much to protest.

He frowned as he tried to remember. "The ice broke," he said slowly, at least clearly remembering that. But it hadn't seemed unsafe when he had gone out, and something bothered him. Another there, but one who he hadn't seen. He couldn't be positive. "I think someone saw, was there," he finished, this last more hesitant and questioning. He remembered glimpsing someone, and finding it odd, but then water had consumed his everything.

I thought I was done, he thought wordlessly, not feeling the need to voice it but feeling it profoundly. He had never come that close to death, not even the previous winter, and it both literally and figuratively chilled him. His ears tipped back and he glanced at Hydra again. "Are they mad?" He asked, unsure how long he'd been gone and how the pack felt about it. He hadn't even been positive on how far he was welcome outside of bounds... how far he was trusted. He hoped he hadn't undone anything.