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Chacal was buoyant as both the stag and the current bucked beneath her. Having found her purchase at the creature's shoulder she sank her fangs into its flesh so that she clung to the creature, like a dark strand of deadly, weighted kelp as her mother strove to keep the beast's muzzle below the seafoam. Over the waves came a cry, though, that replaced the expected impact of weight and strength from their third accomplice whose plea was dashed from bellowing lungs by the ocean's pounding waves. The waves nearest the shore, after all, could sometimes be the hardest ones to surge past. 

She was caught by surprise but failed to spot Haunt immediately, or comprehend where she had disappeared to, so she clung tighter still to the stag, using it to keep herself afloat, and tried to pick her packmate out out until she felt something smack against her shoulder. The impact broke her grip, and shoved her sideways toward the animal's head which breached above the water, gasping. Chacal swallowed a mouthful of water and resurfaced with a wheezing, gurgling inhale just past the stag's shoulder. 

With a movement deft and animalistic, the stag's head lowered and it sprayed Chacal with a breath of blood and foam its muzzle. Delirious from oxygen deprivation, it eyed the dark wolf as she recoiled in the waves in time to see her mother swimming away, toward where she could see a pale shadow below the water's surface. Now free from the cinnamon hunter's clutch, it put to use those dagger-like tines. Moments before the stag's antler raked against her face, tearing a jagged strip of flesh all the way from  the point of her shoulder to her temple, she would feel the icy stab of dread, wondering if her friend would resurface and breathe again.

The slashing motion would roll her over, but she began paddling for the shore, for her Haunt and her mother, the instant the sea salt began to sear at her wound. Choking and trembling from the shock she stumbled from the waves and into the shallows where the waves that had threatened to drown her friend pounded at her, knocking her sideways and back toward the land where she would falter under the weight of water that had saturated her pelt. She staggered almost blindly toward her mother and Haunt, leaving a trail of bloody foam in her wake.