Dragoncrest Cliffs We can weep and call it singing

Ephraim latched on before he was able to regain footing, and that was the final nail in his coffin. Like a mighty Jenga tower brought down by one misplaced block, Verx tumbled to the ground, barely missing squashing the coywolf in the process. Ice flung up around him as he hit the ground with a uughhhhfff, wind temporarily knocked out of his lungs.

Nice, bro, he wheezed. He would have given Ephraim a thumbs up if, well, you know. That's how you do it. Not to say that he hadn't helped the boy along tremendously. Perhaps, though, it had given him a little bit of a confidence boost, and gotten the fire out of both of their systems. . .for now.

He tried to get back up but struggled to get a good breath, and remained on the ground instead, eyes darting as he watched for Ephraim's next move.