[se] watching in slow motion

In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream
It's like a million little stars spelling out your name

Unfortunately for all involved, the rush of people towards the mule startled the poor beast. It reared, hooves flailing, making an already precarious situation worse. Raelyn cursed under her breath as she dodged flying hooves; she ran a farm, worked with horses and their ilk every day. And yet, the predatory nature of her inner wolf had still taken over, and she'd rushed in, unthinking, to cause even more of a disaster to unfold.

To her credit, Noah, too, approached quickly, but he had size and strength on his side: he grabbed at the mule, trying to steady the beast. Raelyn made for the cart, but their efforts were in vain. The cart toppled over in the chaos, and the driver screamed as he fell into the churning river below.

Now, Raelyn was not normally a jump-in-the-river-after-a-stranger kind of person, but she must have been feeling particularly charitable (or particularly bad about startling the mule), because on this particular day, she scarcely hesitated before jumping in after the man. She'd always been a strong swimmer, and hopefully she'd be able to help him get to shore.

You gotta come on, come on, say that we'll be together
Come on, come on, little taste of heaven

Raelyn