Thread:Storm-in-Rain/@comment-33448285-20190505184832/@comment-26549875-20190618015228

“Venice?” Kestrel heard a distant splashing sound. He dashed over, hoping that it wasn’t her - or if it was, she was fishing.

When he spotted her, his stomach lurched. She was pinned beneath Chase, her head and shoulders underwater, struggling feebly. /He’s killing her!/

“Chase!” he roared. Rage seared his blue eyes. Without thinking, he charged forward, smashing his head into Chase’s flank. “Venice, run!” He faced down the chase-dog, squaring his shoulders, even as doubt flowed through him. /He’s so much bigger and faster and older. I can’t win against him./