Gilded Bay Swirling Curiousity

Through the grueling struggle, Streiter could hear the voice that had called to him, laughing. A slight growl escaped him lips from frustration. He must've looked like a proper idiot! How often does this happen to a wolf? Continously shaking his head, Strei began to drag his head along the sands. The small golden grain sticking to his fur as well as the sticky, slimey creature that was currently sucking on his face! Growls rumbled within his throat, vocals vibrating as the frustration grew rapidly inside him.

He could barely hear the words the other male spoke as he dragged his head along the floor, thrashing and clawing at his head, the thing only seeming to get tighter around him! He must look such fool. Sand flew in all directions as Streiter struggled to free himself in a panic, ”Please, get this thing off me!” his voice a roar with fear. The fact he couldn't see was the most fearful part of it.