Clouse would not be able to remember these moments here, as the water thrashed them about, suffocating and bruising them both without any mercy. All he knew was that at some point the silver stranger was no longer attached to him and he was alone. When he found land, he was only able to pull himself from the river because of how gentle the bank had become. Sodden, aching, and promptly assaulted by the wind it was further luck that granted him a nearby tree to which he'd be able to crawl. The dirt at it's roots had already been dug away by another animal, and he plunged into the den without thought.
There, he could lick the water from his fur until he finally lost consciousness altogether, curled up tightly and just barely warm enough to keep himself alive. When he made his way back to @
Loach and the others, he would have frostbite and quite the tale to tell, but one thing there wouldn't be was regret.
He hoped the bastard drowned.
Sex: Male