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Fighting against a current wasn't ideal to DawnPack wolves. Not many wolves are settled for swimming, but some wolves were born with webbed paws. How nice.
I knew they wouldn't help against a river.
A yowl exited from my muzzle, a sharp inhale following afterward as my head slammed back underwater. I gripped at the sharp rocks as they pierced through my paw pads like a dagger. I heard the paws pounding after me, reaching my bleeding paw out of the rapids.
Please.
Please just save me from this torture.