Swiftcurrent Creek an occupation popular with demons and ducks

Oh, fate. It had not been kind to him before and had no intention of being kind to him now. He was about to give, but he had overstayed his welcome and held stubborn too long. His abdomen could endure so much, but her latest savage kick landed square and true against sensitive flesh further down that had precisely zero tolerance for such a strike. Rhakios squalled like a coon with its foot in a trap, and crying in shock and pain (truly, it did not hurt as much as his theatrics would suggest), he scrabbled back with his tail between his legs. His snout soon followed, his slim skull tucked beneath a raised hind limb, as he sniffed and licked around himself.