Dawnlark Plains Silver brothers

In his panic, he runs back to a familiar place. He doesn’t realize it until he’s there, but within moments smoke fills this area, too, and he can hardly recognize where he is. He falters for the first time, and his heart beats erratically in his chest. The silver-furred boy coughs hard, sending sharp pain through his still-healing throat.
Adrenaline has dulled most of his pain for now, but he still aches, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going. He realizes he’s slowed down and picks up his pace — only to slam into something large and furry. He yelps and stumbles back, but through the smoke he can just barely register Sebastian’s scent.
S-seb— He croaks, voice low and raspy like an old smoker, and immediately has another coughing fit; it’s the first time he’s spoken since he was attacked, and it’s hard to tell if the change in his voice is from the smoke, or something more permanent— some kind of lasting damage.