Swift watched all of this unfold. She beat herself up mentally for every thought she had. I have to help...but I’ll be doing something wrong...but how can I let this happen? She sprang down to the shore and ran to the washed-up body. What’s her name...Raven? ”Raven, can you hear me?” There was no answer. She planted her paws on Raven‘s chest and pumped. My mother taught me...I hope I can do it. She pumped harder. Please, please work...(Nearly dead/unconscious)