Redhawk Caldera midnight city

Being winded and the sensation of trying to breathe but being unable to pull in air was a new one to the young boy. His groaning and rolling around on the ground was comical to an on-looker, but there was a very real sense of panic in his eyes. He peered fearfully up at his father as he reprimanded Clover, shaking his head as he then asked if his son was okay.

The tips of his ears quivered as he became stock still, the shallow rise and fall of his sides slowing until they no longer moved. His sister appeared above him then, bright eyes staring down at him. He shifted his terrified gaze to her. I'm dying, save me. The edges of his vision started to blur.

Suddenly, the breath he had been unknowingly holding in all came out through his maw in a big whoosh and the boy was promptly invigorated again! He leapt to his feet, tail immediately resuming its endless wiggling, and he playfully threw himself at Clover with a delighted bark.