After landing in the shallows, he managed to drag himself out of the river, and frantically ran along the bank, desperately trying to free his brothers from the river's deadly grasp. It looked like they were heading for the deepest part of the river... But he could change that. He ran up to the edge of the river, leaping towards his brothers. He seemed to almost fly across, soaring like the mighty eagle he was named after. Landing in the river with a mighty splash, he was just able to knock them out of the current, and, shivering, they were able to drag themselves ashore, and collapse in the snow. Gual, with his thick, coal-black pelt, would stand out against the endless white, so he lay on the top of the pile, hoping that some-wolf would find them.