Dragoncrest Cliffs skaikrasha, tristraka

The rain shifts, and a silhouette is barely discernable against the looming backdrop of the cliffs.  He narrows his eyes as he tries to figure out who is approaching him, and it is in that moment where he finds his legs being swept from beneath him.  The ocean is vicious in its churning, but within her embrace the world takes on a quietude.  Everything outside of the water sounds like it's coming from miles away.  It is only beautiful for a moment before he sucks in a breath of salt.  It stings his nose and his lungs, and panic begins to bleed into his movements as his thrashing limbs tread water.  

The storm batters him against the shore, and as his paws strike out against the stone and sand he instinctively twists his legs to hook his dewclaws in so when she pulls back against him, he remains on the shore.  His nose runs as he splutters, hacking up a stomachful of water.  Coughing, he drags himself further inland to where the water can't touch him, and he lays there miserably as he looks up at his friend.