Gilded Bay It's the fire it ignites

Even through the pulling of his skin and fur, he still didn't wake. His body remained a heap of shallow breaths until finally his eyes slowly opened, and he was met with a fire in his throat and the uncontrollable need to cough. Lifting his head, he hacked over and over again, water coming up at first to further irritate his throat. Once the water was out, coughing continued to shake is giant frame for what felt like hours. Eventually he quieted, and his head fell back to the ground. Only then did he recognize the presence of another; he froze, a weak growl leaving his ravaged throat before her scent reached his nostrils. Ahe

Sister, he said hoarsely. He sluggish raised himself into a sitting position, the action taking more out of him than he thought it would. I found you, he croaked out, head hanging a little under the weight of his exhaustion. He began to cough again, hacking and hacking before finally growing silent once more. So thirsty, he managed to get before the coughing started again.