Ocean's Breath Plateau how long can you hold your breath?

another interesting, foreign tongue. hmmm. there was warmth in her sentiment, and govinda flashed her the barest of smiles, face dimming once more as she continued. he looked down at the pool, the still rippling water. why had he done it?

why had he done any of it?

"i was thirsty," he murmured, slightly defensive. he licked his chops, and nearly went back for more. he was--really--thirsty all of a sudden, and had been before, and perhaps always had been. just as his paws itched, constantly. govinda found himself backed into a corner by this woman, as if she stared right through his eyes into his soul. it was both intriguing and frightening.

"how can you help me?" he asked, tilting his head.