Saoirse jumped down in a moment, turning the body’s face out of the water and muck and to the sky. The boy coughed once, twice, and was breathing. Saoirse cleared off the mud from his face.

Toiréasa’s voice rang out behind her. “If there’s one, there might be more. I’ll look.”

“Wait.”

She didn’t have to look, she could hear Toiréasa obey, though reluctantly. No matter how long they had done this for, Toiréasa would always feel like she should have charge. Saoirse was in charge though, they had both agreed.

“We go together.”

Saoirse’s meaning was clear. There would be one of those beasts here, no doubts. She picked the boy up and they went searching.