Something pulled at him like a choke-chain as he stood and stared towards the direction of the yanking feeling at his gut. The waters smelled so sweet but the thought of the burning feeling on his paw falling into his stomach was enough to push him away and the boy limped his way along the river as he headed south.

His mind was twisted with so many thoughts of the river and its poisonous, but oh so delicious, currents and everything involved with the pulling he saw a burbling beneath the surface of the burning liquid...

The water darkened and began to bubble aggressively, the river screamed as he flattened his ears and placed his paws over them to try and suppress the white noise that deafened him.

He sat on his rump, paws to his ears, staring at the slimy murk that seemed to be vomiting up some sort of creature...