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One could not say Markus wasn't multi-talented. He had a good, strong hunting instinct, and could lay simple traps that were nonetheless supremely effective in catching small things, like rabbits and tunnel snakes. He was a good, fast runner. He could play three instruments and was working on a fourth.
He couldn't say he wasn't multi-talented. One of those talents was not, apparently, building a raft. It seemed simple enough; all it had to do was float. Hell, a log would have worked. But Eva had wanted a raft. She'd missed the sea, had wanted to go sailing, and it was Markus' job to make that wish come true. Of course, they were only supposed to bob around Drifter Bay, and Eva was not supposed to fall into the water and be carried off in a rushing current out to sea. Of course Markus had gone after her, and he was a strong swimmer so of course he'd reached her. And then the raft had hit him in the back of the head, and things had gone black for a while.
They'd managed to get back on the thing, though by the time he came to it was falling apart, the driftwood drifting, and they were going to fall into the water again. Eva was terrified; Markus was more concerned with keeping the thing afloat than where they were going. He'd lassoed everything together with the terrified little girl hanging over his shoulder, and then he'd concentrated on keeping it together until they came in sight of land again.
It was nightfall, now, and this place smelled very strongly of a pack. He didn't know which; it felt like he'd sailed all the way down the coast, and Markus wasn't entirely sure that was false. Eva was still shaking, though now she was cradled in his arms, and she looked overly glad to be out of the water--well, nearly. Stepping out of the shallows and onto the shore would mean crossing the borders, and Markus wasn't willing to do that, not while he was only clad in a pair of old denim shorts and Eva was scared into silence. He had no idea whether or not they were hostile, and he wasn't going to find out any time soon. Maybe if he waded up shore a bit, he'd find some neutral territory, and they could dry off and try to find out where they were.
At the moment, though, he was more concerned with calming his daughter.
that's still beating
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