Lake Rodney the minor fall, the major lift

ooc: should I pretend that Colt left the scene?

"A-a-a-chooooo!" Birk sneezed hard and loudly with yellowish green snot flying in every direction and him having a feeling that he had been about to cough his lungs out. He stood on the spot for a while, sides heaving heavily and himself preparing for yet another spell. And.Here.It.Comes! "A-choo-chooo!!!" 

"I hate this with burning passion," he mumbled, pulling one forepaw up to wipe his nose clean. He had been wrong in thinking that a cold so bad could be that easy to overcome. It had been a bit better for a while - the salty air of the oceanside had helped to ease the symptoms, but it had gradually become worse, as he had made his way back South. By the time he had reached the exact place, where he had started his journey, he was barely able to breathe through his nose. 

"Geez," Birk plopped down on his belly and hid his snout under his forepaws.