Wheeling Gull Isle son... sun...

huojin’s body began to tense, his paws writhing against the foreign feeling of water and wet. he growled, snapped his small jaws, and completely ignored ruó’s instruction to not be afraid.

rather, he was terrified, and equally furious at the introduction of a new, uncomfortable emotion. huojin’s vision began to narrow as he worked his way back onto the sand, his sides tightening to restrict his forced movements.

had his entry to the water been by his own choice, huojin’s reaction might have been different, but the loss of control ruined it.