Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

"Later..." Artaax murmured, attempting to put off her questions. He was finding it hard enough to walk without trying to talk at the same time. Silence was better. Soon enough, he found that the world seemed to sit steadier if he just allowed it to blur before his eyes. He usually would've rebelled against giving up that much control of himself, but with Furi keeping him steady and directing his steps, he figured it was okay. And also, that he really didn't have much choice if he wanted to actually keep walking.

It felt like a millenium passed before Artaax finally slid back down onto his stomach under the shelter of.. something green, and gray, and brown. He couldn't tell. He shut his eyes as he heaved a great sigh of unconcerned relief. His body trembled as his breath came in short, ragged bursts from his chest. He was too tired to try to steady either just yet.