Seaside Moors it will come back

a naturally lazy boy, it was incredible what valravn was capable of under duress. his only instinct was to get away, to run, to go back home -- thinking rather stupidly, this blinding stinging sensation would not follow.

but oh, it did.

he streaked right past his sister, who nimbly ducked out of dodge and followed with a crinkle of her nose. by now, the dark torpedo that was valravn had run aground in the soft sand of their den, rubbing his smarting muzzle into the many-furred pelts that made their bed. when this only served to further irritate his eyes, valravn issued a wild cry and swung back the way he had come -- all the while spilling a rank miasma as he went.

as for his sister's question, he was incapable of answering -- for his throat was as choked up and clouded as his eyes.