Neverwinter Forest I'm an accelerant, baby

With an ugly, gagging cough, life and consciousness seized Jackalope, causing his ribs to spasm in convulsions as he spat up the remaining fluid that had settled into his lungs. He instinctively pushed himself out from under the kid, not caring if he gave the kid a kick in the face or the gut, he simply needed to get the weight off his chest while he rolled over onto his belly, stared through a dark fog and took in a few gasping breaths. 

His head throbbed, and it took him a moment or two to remember that he couldn't breathe through his nose, so with his tongue lolling out and a thick trail of foamy spittle dripping from his tongue to the ground, he caught his breath, and rubbed a paw over the spot on his forehead that now pained him as well. Eventually, he turned his head to glare accusingly at the child- whose lies had gone over his head completely, and to the velveteen woman who he assumed had come to his aid. "Ughh, fank god. Blease tell be you saved be from this hobicidal, psychobaddic liddle eeeejit," He said, baring his teeth at the kid. Head injury aside- it'd take more than a near-drowning experience for Jackalope to forget his grudges.