Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
The bear swam against the current to get towards the bank. The river was wider here than where he had jumped in, and nearly twice as wide a where she had fallen in. Despite his massive size, his paws no longer touched the ground and he was pushing with all of his strength against the water. He knew he needed to get her out quickly, but it was proving difficult. The attuned struggled and struggled, the cold water pushing against his side and splashing into his face. His back paws pushed down and out, paddling water away from him until he felt a paw brush against a rock -- and he pushed hard against it. It was enough propulsion to get him to a shallower part of the river, and Noah clamored onto shore with three legs -- the fourth holding the girl against his white body.
Noah set her down on the riverbank and shifted, wet white fur turning to wet blond hair stuck against his head. He breathed heavily at this point from his struggle in the water, but his focus was on saving the girl. He was not sure if she had taken any water into her lungs, but he moved on instinct. He would rather she did not, and he did what he did, rather than act as if she didn't and have her drown on his way to take her to a healer. He straightened her on her back and tilted her chin back. He lowered his head to listen for her breathing, one hand coming up to her neck to check for a pulse. Should she not be breathing, Noah would start resuscitation efforts. |
