Òyì nke e mepụtara

The young deer hung from her mouth completely still. Trusting her completely. Up ahead, the river widened. This was the crossing point. The water was fast. Cold. Deep in the middle. Too deep to walk. Sable stopped at the edge. Looked at the water. Then at the fire behind them. Foxes are not natural swimmers. She was terrified. Kael walked up beside her. Stood there for one second. Then looked at her. She looked back at him. And jumped. Kael jumped right after her. The cold hit like a wa