donât get along with water,â he muttered.
Lusa didnât understand what he meant. After all, he had to get into the river to catch salmon, didnât he? Sheâd never seen a grizzly catch fish but she was pretty sure the fish didnât leap onto the bank to be eaten. âJust jump in,â she said. âYour paws will know what to do.â
âCome on!â Ujurak called. âItâs easy! Youâll be fine.â
With an impatient growl, Toklo crouched on the riverbank, his muscles bunched with tension, and threw himself into the water. His head went under; when he reappeared he was flailing his paws frantically, using far more energy than he needed, but making slow progress toward the opposite bank. Lusa swam over to keep pace with him, and saw that his eyes were wide with terror.
âItâs okay,â she said. âYouâre doing great.â
Tokloâs head whipped around to face her. âLeave me alone!â he snarled, swiping a paw at her.
Alarmed, Lusa backed off. But Tokloâs attempt to smack her had broken the rhythm of his strokes. He took in a great gulp of water and sank.
Lusa gave him a couple of heartbeats to resurface, but the grizzly didnât appear. Icy fear, colder than the current, crept through her fur. Maybe he really couldnât swim! What if Toklo drowned, after she had persuaded him to jump into the river?
Lusa dove deep into the water, keeping her eyes as wide open as she could; swinging her head from side to side, she spotted a dark, bulky shape a short way downstream. It was Toklo being swept along by the current. He was floundering helplessly, his eyes and mouth wide open in alarm, bubbles of air streaming up to the surface from his jaws.
Lusaâs stomach lurched. They couldnât lose Toklo! All three of them belonged together, on the journey to see the spirits dance. One shadow, many legs.
Swimming toward Toklo, Lusa gave him a hearty shove upward. As their heads broke the surface, she felt a stinging blow on her shoulder. Toklo had lashed out at her with his claws. She wasnât sure if he was still trying to attack her, or just thrashing around in panic because he thought he was drowning.
âStop it!â she gasped. âSwim, like I showed you.â
Ujurakâs head bobbed beside her in the water. His snout was pointing upward, his neck crooked back to keep his nose in the air, and his legs paddled so hard he was making waves of his own.
âCan I help?â he spluttered.
âNoâkeep back!â Lusa couldnât imagine how she would cope with both of them in trouble. âToklo, swim ! Move your paws like this!â
Toklo coughed up a mouthful of water. âDonât let me drown!â he begged.
âYou wonât drown,â Lusa promised, shoving her shoulder underneath him to support his bulk in the water. To her relief, he started paddling again, though panic still glittered in his eyes. âI can manage now,â he gasped.
âOkay.â Lusa wasnât sure he could, but she let him go ahead, staying close and keeping an eye on him. He was tiring himself out with those clumsy strokes, and the far bank was still a long way away.
âOver here!â Ujurak called.
Lusa thanked the spirits when she saw a narrow spit of pebbles in the middle of the river. Ujurak was standing at the very edge of the little island with river water washing around his paws.
âThat way!â Lusa summoned all her energy and thrust Toklo across the current, propelling him through the water with very little help from the grizzlyâs feeble flailing paws.
Ujurak had found a dead branch lying on the pebbles; he grabbed one end in his jaws and rolled it into the water. Gulping and choking, Toklo managed to sink his claws into the branch and drag himself toward Ujurak, while Lusa pushed him into the shallows where they could both touch the bottom and heave themselves out.
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