Because the tide is rising high
It's sink or swim
It's hit or miss
What will you pick?</blockquote>
<blockquote>Middle of the night, 55° F/13° C, pouring rain - <b>flooding densite</b></blockquote>
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/NiosTable.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top: 205px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; text-align:justify;">Nios did not awake happily in the pack den. He awoke startled and soaking wet, brown fur sticking to his lean bone structure unnervingly. Much like a drowned rat, the pup placed his tail between his legs and looked around fearfully. It was the cold chill which had startled him into awakening, body shaking in both lack of body warmth and confusion. His baby blue eyes were wide and blood-shot, resembling a deer caught in headlights. Like suddenly awaking from a nightmare, seconds past before reality really kicked in. It seemed so dream-like, unreal. The toddler was still half-asleep and unaware of his surroundings. Everything looked different, altered in appearance. It took a moment before he realized where he even was, and what was happening. He gulped a jagged inhale before trying to get on his feet, an impossible task. A child was slow to start with, but the water made it worse. A boy of his age and size could not touch the bottom. He had never been in the Creek before, and swimming was a foreign language. Nios was gifted with instinct, and with strong genetics the tyke was almost guaranteed leadership qualities. That was why he did not let the fear of drowning overpower, but instead let it sit in the back of his mind. He put aside his excuse of age and knowledge to focus on the voice in the back of his mind. The pup was born resilient, an admirable trait for someone so young and youthful.
A medium wolf could stand up in this flood and it’d be to their chest, but a month old pup could easily die. Nios would not let himself die, nor would be let his siblings be taken from him. He knew his brother was strong and reliable, capable of keeping both his head and his sister’s above water. He knew his sister was almost as savvy as he, and could take care of herself if need be. None of that would be any use though if they were still asleep. A howl left his mouth, back-legs determined to keep pushing, neck strained and ears pinned to his head. "“Vaeta! Mirren! Swim!”
There was no joking in his voice, no light humor which normally broke through. He was demanding, for his own survival and theirs. He knew his siblings name well, though his vocabulary was still limited. He screamed the words, voice hiding the fear he so badly felt. If they awoke to his stress and his utter fear, they would begin to panic as well, and that would help no one. He wished he could howl like father and mother, but his vocal cords were weak and developed poorly. He was barley as loud as a house-cat, unlikely to awake anyone outside of his own den. He focused on paddling, only inhaling two mouthfuls of water. The pup had never ordered anyone around before, and he didn’t like it. Of course his siblings and he often fought harmless dominant battles, but Nios never took any of it seriously. He’d prove himself one day, and everything would work out.
Another mouthful of water easily filled his small lungs, making him choke up in pain. While most pups would whimper and cry, Nios was still to alert and sugar-high to focus on the real danger he was facing. It was too exciting for reality, and if Nios was nothing if not lucky. He had never taken on a challenge with this high of a risk. He had bitten Vaeta once, with mother watching. That was pretty ballsy. This didn’t even compare with that, this was life or death. While upsetting mother could be life or death, Nios had never upset her to that extent, and probably never would. Swimming may have been pleasing for the young child had he had an option, or could touch the bottom. There had been no option. He had woken up to the painful realization of a flood, and the struggles to overcome death. "Help!"
Something happened. It was his minimal endurance, fatigue, and youth. While his mind ran on over drive his body could not keep up. He became stiff, body sinking. He tried to fight it, but only his forepaws seemed to cooperate. In the darkness of the night his sudden disappearance could go unnoticed. While it was cruel, it was instinct in a wolf to save only those who could be saved. Ruiko and Aeylen should only spend those minutes searching for the pups would were making the noise and alive, or should any pack member waste time on a dead pup rather than one still breathing. Each second he drifted lower, lungs gasping, trying to breathe air through the liquid. His paws wouldn't move as quick as an adult, he couldn't swim properly though he tried. He needed someone to help him.
A medium wolf could stand up in this flood and it’d be to their chest, but a month old pup could easily die. Nios would not let himself die, nor would be let his siblings be taken from him. He knew his brother was strong and reliable, capable of keeping both his head and his sister’s above water. He knew his sister was almost as savvy as he, and could take care of herself if need be. None of that would be any use though if they were still asleep. A howl left his mouth, back-legs determined to keep pushing, neck strained and ears pinned to his head. "“Vaeta! Mirren! Swim!”
There was no joking in his voice, no light humor which normally broke through. He was demanding, for his own survival and theirs. He knew his siblings name well, though his vocabulary was still limited. He screamed the words, voice hiding the fear he so badly felt. If they awoke to his stress and his utter fear, they would begin to panic as well, and that would help no one. He wished he could howl like father and mother, but his vocal cords were weak and developed poorly. He was barley as loud as a house-cat, unlikely to awake anyone outside of his own den. He focused on paddling, only inhaling two mouthfuls of water. The pup had never ordered anyone around before, and he didn’t like it. Of course his siblings and he often fought harmless dominant battles, but Nios never took any of it seriously. He’d prove himself one day, and everything would work out.
Another mouthful of water easily filled his small lungs, making him choke up in pain. While most pups would whimper and cry, Nios was still to alert and sugar-high to focus on the real danger he was facing. It was too exciting for reality, and if Nios was nothing if not lucky. He had never taken on a challenge with this high of a risk. He had bitten Vaeta once, with mother watching. That was pretty ballsy. This didn’t even compare with that, this was life or death. While upsetting mother could be life or death, Nios had never upset her to that extent, and probably never would. Swimming may have been pleasing for the young child had he had an option, or could touch the bottom. There had been no option. He had woken up to the painful realization of a flood, and the struggles to overcome death. "Help!"
Something happened. It was his minimal endurance, fatigue, and youth. While his mind ran on over drive his body could not keep up. He became stiff, body sinking. He tried to fight it, but only his forepaws seemed to cooperate. In the darkness of the night his sudden disappearance could go unnoticed. While it was cruel, it was instinct in a wolf to save only those who could be saved. Ruiko and Aeylen should only spend those minutes searching for the pups would were making the noise and alive, or should any pack member waste time on a dead pup rather than one still breathing. Each second he drifted lower, lungs gasping, trying to breathe air through the liquid. His paws wouldn't move as quick as an adult, he couldn't swim properly though he tried. He needed someone to help him.