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Thoushalt noted the stag's distress and stepped closer to the legendary, lying down next to him and reaching in to softly bump their noses together. "This is not your fault," he reassured the stag, looking out at the destruction around them. "No one could have known something of this magnitude was coming. It is unprecedented."

At that moment, Thou heard a shriek of terror and looked up to see a doe flailing by in the water, her bright pink hair tangling around her head and flowers trailing behind her in the current. Without thinking, the chivalrous buck stood and leapt from the cypress platform and into the floodwaters, swimming after the helpless doe.

Everything was a blur. She had been succeeding in the task of sweet talking a large fish from the mouth of an owlcat--although it could have been that her pet eaglehound's growls were an ever better reason to drop the wriggling prey. And then the rush had sounded, a swelling crescendo of very bad things. She had turned to find a stampede of horse-creatures invading the swamp and the owlcat was gone when she turned back. (Damn it.)

With narrowed eyes, she and her eaglehound had slid off... The kiokote and kimeti had largely been easy to avoid, the cheetahs a little less, and the pets all near impossible. What in the name of the Motherfather was going on?

The wall of water had come next--and truly was impossible to avoid. She had been swallowed whole, the whines of her hound cresting underneath the roar of rampaging rapids. Whatever had happened, whatever she had done, she found herself now huddled on a small log.

It was large enough that she could stand on it without fear of misstepping--slipping was another matter entirely--but she had curled her front legs beneath her instead. Her hind legs straddled the log, hooves and tail skimming the surface. On the back, Eyes Wander perched carefully surveying the waters. A bark sounded whenever another kimeti got too close.

Lull in Sunlight watched many rescue attempts, steadily moving along, a smile of amusement dancing in her eyes though she appeared quite solemn from far away. She looked up in time to see a white doe with vibrant pink hair fall into the waters and almost laughed at the clumsiness of some kimeti--but she didn't. No, laughter outright would be much too questionable. And then an orange haired kimeti and a red edged buck jumped right in after. (How silly. Though mayhaps she would follow her children--hopefully neither was stupid enough that she'd have to find out.)

Her log came up between the latter two and she gave a small smile at Doom's aggressive reproach to a foxbun. She turned her head to the buck, brows squinted--what in the world was he riding on?

"You," she called to Gloom, "How are you riding so high?" she demanded. Behind her Eyes tensed into a crouch and the coat of fur and feathers puffed in agitated suspicion.

The eaglehound took offense to the baring of teeth but Lull did not. She turned her head, staring at the beast for a moment, before turning her attention back to Gloom and Doom. The hound whined at the silent reproach, feathers and fur falling to lie flat.

"How resourceful of you," she replied--mouth stretching in a hidden half smile. It wasn't something she herself would have done (appearances were everything) but she could admire the selfish uncaring will to get what one wanted.

Wander gave a yip as Doom swam to the side of the log, alerting Lull of the doe's assured want to climb on (or perhaps steal). The kimeti turned her head from the buck and took in the orange-haired doe.

"Not trying to take my log, now, are we?" she questioned, quite obviously amused by the idea. She flicked her tail in the water causing the log to drift ever so slightly away from the doe. She waited a breath before using a hoof to right the log's path, allowing it to come once again up against the doe's side. "I may be willing to share..." she mused though gave no inclination as to why or how to persuade her to do so.

The disinterest of the female kimeti bored Lull and she took it as a blessing when Doom began to pull away. She wasn't of the mind to feign that which she did not have to. And she was quite sure that both could care little about what she did or said in the end. It was all at once freeing and quite dull; she wasn't sure she liked it.

She examined the buck although her vision often blurred to stare into the deep shadows along the sedate water's side. She supposed it was a river now--a river hiding so many secrets. A part of her would have loved to dive into the lurking shadows except she knew that it would be vastly stupid thing. She was not a fish and she did not want to be drowned by her own curiosity.

She pulled her eyes up, wandered at the shadowed colors of Gloom's pelt, before her attention was snapped away by the soft growl of her hound. She turned her head to regard the nuisance. Her pet, though she quite liked the beast, was so very protective.

Eyes Wander's attention was fixed on the swan and snake. She bared her teeth at the intruders. A high pitched yip warning them away from her and her mistress. Although the swan might make a good meal.

"Yours?" the kimeti questioned. She tilted her head, "Would you mind terribly if my hound tried to eat them?" A slow smile spread along her mouth as the hound barked as if pleading for the male to consider it. The whole thing was rather amusing.